"Level 6…" Jin's voice was hushed, his gaze fixed on the lifeless body before him, the head skewered by his pocket knife.
He carefully withdrew the blade, causing a gush of blood to erupt like a miniature fountain. As the woman's lifeless face met his eyes, a mixture of disbelief and shock painted her features.
Her mouth hung agape, framed by cascades of flowing black hair that accentuated her alluring figure. Jin let out a subdued shake of his head.
No matter the circumstances, the presence of beauty in this grim scenario seemed oddly significant. From the overheard conversation, it had become apparent that this woman held a position of authority among her companions.
"A pity," he mused quietly. Even though she was an attractive woman, the allure of her appearance and the charm it held failed to affect him.
His solitary nature, honed through countless experiences, rendered such external factors irrelevant. There was also the matter of…
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!