The lead-gray clouds covered the city, a gloomy iron curtain blocking most of the light, plunging the alleyway at the corner into deep darkness.
Lorenzo leaned against the side of the street, holding the folding blade openly in his hand. Rain fell, but since the alley was narrow, it was barely a drizzle compared to the street.
"Hig, you've been corroded."
Lorenzo said indifferently. He had intended to deal with this trouble with Hig at home but thought of various matters with Mrs. Van Rudd. In the end, Lorenzo gave up on all that.
She had said she would not bring trouble home, so Lorenzo wouldn't kill anyone at home.
"What is corrosion?"
Hig had lost the strength to stand, his body and mind tortured by strange pains, but the visions before his eyes became clearer with the pain. The closer to death, the more intense the beauty.
"It's complicated to explain... You're about to die and turn into a monster," Lorenzo said.
