VIII

I stared at the terrified man with a small little grin on my lips. Confidence is key in intimidation; this very same method had worked on Raphael, though perhaps in part due to his shrewdness. Of course, here, I didn't have my reputation to fall on… but that was alright.

I kicked aside the body I had stepped on and relished in the way mister ginger flinched as his hired blade screamed in agony. Unperturbed, I walked up to the only corpse around — the man whose throat I had pierced with my dagger — and casually stepped in his chest, pulling the dagger free with a wet splurge.

I twirled it around my hand for a bit, then swiped at the air to flick the blood away from the blade…

And at the terrified redhead's face. He let out a small gasp, scurrying bac

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