"Haaa! Haaa—!"
The scream continued to rip through the surroundings.
It was heartwrenching, and the moment it sounded, everyone swiftly got into action, moving towards the member who had touched the stapler and swiftly removing it from his grasp.
"Quick!"
"Get it off of Samuell!"
"Let go of the stapler!"
But—
"Haaaa!"
The damage had already been done.
"H-haaaa!"
Screams filled the surroundings as blood spilled from the member's body, his entire hand covered by staples.
Thankfully, a Mender was present.
"Let me pass."
"You handle it."
With short brown hair, deep-set eyes, and a thin frame, Lawrence stepped forward. He was also a member of the Comet Guild, and with an indifferent expression, he approached the injured man and leaned down slightly.
"H-help."
He was still squirming on the floor, holding onto his hand as blood leaked out from every direction.
Lawrence didn't say anything and just observed the wound.
Then—
"Michael."
"...Yes."
