SOMEWHERE AWAY
Bianco kneeled next to a speck of dried blood on the floor and carefully scabbed it with his dagger towards an open vial. Most of it already soaked into the boards, but there were enough brownish flakes to fill half the vial.
Bianco stood up and dusted his white clothing off. He brought the vial closer to his eyes and pressed his lips together.
The restaurant owner helplessly watched the man from the side. He was smart enough to realize that something bad was going on, and law-obliging enough to report it to authorities—if he could.
As he was currently bound to a chair and gagged, all he could do was to pray silently that the man in white clothing didn't kill him after he finished doing whatever he was doing.
But to his relief, Bianco merely warped out the same way he arrived.
someone said that arca is a simp
well what can i say
smh smh, you people act like liking a girl is simping