บท 46: Silent Killing Part 1

"P— Please don't kill me," pleaded the young man.

But before he could get a response, he felt his throat itching. 

Hurriedly, he raised his hands to cover the hole in his neck. Blood began to gush out, and he tasted the metallic tang in his mouth before he vomited blood that tainted the ground.

"BUAHHHHH," he vomited again, knelling to the ground and desperately covering his mouth, hoping to stop the flow of blood.

His death was slow and agonizing. The strike failed to penetrate his spinal cord, sparing him from immediate fatality. 

In this moment, he felt deep regret. If he had stayed home and not joined his friends, maybe just maybe, he wouldn't be in a situation like this.

But it was too late; there were no "what if" scenarios in real life. 

THUD!

He collapsed to the floor, together with six more lifeless bodies who were his friends, all killed by a beautiful woman they had assumed to be innocent and harmless.