The two halves of the Beast slowly slid apart from each other, landing on the ground in either direction. Damaged organs spilled onto the ground between them.
Within that pile, something twitched, only to be immediately impaled by a blade.
"Annoying as ever."
I recognized that frame, and the voice that came from it. Barely. My chest devoured most of my senses.
Kaito.
Just then, the man turned to face me, as if just noticing me.
"So you're the Miss's chosen."
The man pulled his blade from the pile, flicking the blood away and sheathing the blade in one smooth motion.
The sensation of a blade against my neck vanished instantly.
I heard footsteps as the figure slowly drew closer. I tried speaking, only to cough up more blood. I could barely breathe; my chest burned as though a flame was being stoked in it with each breath.
Kaito stopped right above me, looking down at me with a gaze that I could only describe as a mix of annoyance and mild disappointment.
