Loser

"It seems tranquil, right?" Oliver questioned out of nowhere, bringing his focus back.

"Yeah. I don't think there are any humans ever staying here." August responded

"It used to be my hometown." Oliver declared.

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August paused running, struggling to say even one thing out. He was standing on top of thousands of dead people, wasn't he?

Azrael passed by him, and it hit him. The person who brought death to all those people was her. And yet here she was, running around like nothing ever happened.

Those thousand people, young kids, women, all of their remains scattered in those frozen ground. Just the thought makes him sick to his gut.

"What's wrong?" Azrael stopped at her track, seeing August standing still at the same position for so long.

August didn't answer her. He looked at his palm, sensing something wet. They were red. His hands were covered in blood. Out of nowhere….why?