Someone Came

The man's head was smashed on the bars by a formless force.

Crack!

The head shook the bars for a bit upon impact and was rebounded back on the floor. His already vicious face become mushy and bloody, making him look even scarier.

However, Emma Eddie didn't even glance at the head, because a face formed by the blood filled her sight.

The blood was drawn out from the decapitated man's neck and it was so close that Emma Eddie could feel the warmth from it yet she felt like she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Blood….Bloodman!"

Emma Eddie stuttered the term out; it was also a name.

Growing up in the streets, Emma Eddie knew what kind of people she could afford to cross and what kind of person she couldn't. The Bloodman before her was the latter.

Bloodman was the top of his kind and extremely dangerous.