"Then… then how do you kill someone?" Ricky gritted his teeth, face twisted in pain, but still managed to ask through clenched jaws.
Ethan didn't answer with words.
In the next instant, he moved.
With a flick of his wrist, a katana shimmered into existence—sleek, deadly, and cold as death itself. Before anyone could blink, he lunged forward, the blade flashing like lightning.
Schlunk!
The steel pierced straight through the young man's chest, slicing clean through his heart.
The guy didn't even have time to react. His body froze, eyes wide in disbelief. His pupils dilated, then dulled, and he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
He twitched once. Twice. Then nothing.
A pool of blood spread rapidly beneath him, soaking into the pristine white tiles. The deep red stood out like a grotesque flower blooming across the floor.
Silence.
The room went dead quiet. Not a breath. Not a sound. You could hear a pin drop.
