The assassin with the small hat and plague doctor mask began to have his muscles expand. It wasn't a clean or natural change, but a grotesque one, as if every fiber were swelling violently beneath the skin.
The reddish color in each muscle fiber grew even more intense, and the blood that poured out like sweat became so abundant that it dripped to the floor from his biceps. Each drop fell thick and heavy, leaving dark stains on the basement stone.
Seeing the scene, Daniel made a face of disgust. It wasn't fear or hesitation, but an honest grimace, almost insulting, as if the bloated monster in front of him looked more revolting than impressive.
A gesture the assassin took as a direct provocation. He immediately charged at the boy, and with his increased speed he closed the distance in a blink despite his gigantic body. His size no longer made him slow.
