"thatâsâŚa lot of blood." hes probably smiling as he says it tho lbr
Despite his heavy breathing, he let out a wheezing laugh.
âYeah? Whose fault is that, asshole.â Daisya winced, trying to keep pressure on his side.
It was strange that the other hadnât killed him yet. Was this some sort of game to him? Seeing how far heâd bend before breaking? Well, he supposed it just had to be a good time for the Noah in front of him. No matter. The longer he took to kill him, the more time he had to look for a way out of the situation.
âIf this is about surviving you once, thatâs your fault, not mine.â












