"Really? That's it?"
His voice carried a different edge, his entire demeanour changing as he looked back up at the elf with a completely blank expression.
Before the elf could react to the sudden change in tone, the young man raised his left hand and turned his wrist clockwise by 90 degrees.
Simultaneously, the elf's neck snapped in the same direction with a crack, and he collapsed instantly, his glass shattering on the tiled lobby floor.
The sound drew attention, and people turned, eyes widening as they saw the corpse on the ground with red wine spilling across the tiles.
Their gazes moved to the person standing closest to it, who reached for his own neck, gripped the skin beneath his jaw, and peeled away a thin layer, revealing that he'd been wearing a skin mask.
He removed the mask in one go, revealing a messy head of silver hair beneath it, and as he tossed the mask aside, he glanced at the gathered crowd with glowing eyes.
