Maxwell stopped completely, and looked down at the black blade on his neck. It was a double-edged sword, like a normal sword, however the shape of it continuously changed, the metal it was forged with went up and down, responding to the wind as if it was a liquid, and not a solid weapon.
It was slim, and almost see through at times as well. Maxwell waited for the person who had his life in his hands to talk.
He should be here for a conversation, otherwise, his head would be on the floor by now.
[You don't seem like a combatant, though your shadow is quite fierce.]
'...'
Instead of hearing it from behind, the voice echoed in his mind, and to top it off, it was... robotic? It was like it was a vocaloid.
The blade pushed deeper into his skin, effortlessly cutting through it and drawing blood, trickling down his skin and tainting his shirt.
'...'
He really liked his shirt, it was a damn expensive brand! Worse, it was going to be a pain getting rid of the stain from the collar.
