Another Killing

Alex looked back at the elder who ran away with the family. He then looked at the corpse on the ground that belonged to the bandit.

He was dead.

Alex wasn't fond of killing people, especially the people that were from this world. He had never intentionally killed anyone from this world after all. 

The last person he had killed was a player who would be alive on the other side, so he hadn't really thought much about killing at the time.

But someone from this world… taking away their life— Alex was still hesitant about it. That was why he subconsciously went for the hands and not the head of the bandit. 

He didn't feel bad about the dead bandit. He deserved what he got. What Alex did feel bad about was that even after all this time, he still didn't have the courage to do it himself. 

He wasn't a pacifist who refused to kill. He was just someone who feared the permanence of death he would put someone else under by killing them.