His eye narrowed, and he raised one finger.
"Two dead."
He raised a second finger.
And then he pointed directly at Miss Shio.
"One more to go. "
His voice lowered into a deadly whisper.
"Miss Shio… are you ready to die?"
The Condottieri stepped forward, his cloak brushing the ground like a dragging shroud, his attention never shifting from his target: Miss Shio.
He muttered, looking around the shop. "Closed windows... Only one way... out." He chuckled. "Good. I prefer this. Killing you will be much easier."
I mean, the way he talked to her sounded inhumane, like she was some creature.
Wind gathered around Rose, her eyes blazing white. I could tell whose side she was on at the moment. And for me? Still scared to do anything. I felt like an NPC. Why was I just standing, looking at my whole world turn chaotic? Do something, damn it.
But this was crazy. How could a florist who looked this thin-framed pull off that horrific act and be responsible for the missing people?
