Blood slowly seeped out from the gaps between No. 4's fingers. Before it could completely seep out, it had condensed into blood frost because of the low temperature.
When the bone-chilling dagger was pressed against his neck and the sharp blade cut through his skin, he really thought that he would die in the hands of the veteran.
At that moment, he seemed to have seen the arrival of death. There was a sinister smile on his face. He was waiting for the veteran to kill him and take his soul away.
The dagger in the veteran's hand only brushed past his neck lightly. Even though the sharp pain came, he still felt lucky.
He wasn't taken away by the Grim Reaper. He was still alive.
"How does it feel?"
