Miser held Darren's collard. His face was full of seriousness as Darren told him to run away from something.
Immediately, Miser felt that he was in some sort of danger. It was as if his back was exposed, and he was about to be stabbed in the stomach.
"Run away!" Darren continued. His eyes were reddish and his face was full of craziness.
"What are you talking about?" Miser asked.
Darren was supposed to be still sleeping at this hour. He needed a lot of time to rest and recover from his wounds. However, he was now awake only after a few hours.
As expected, Darren's wounds opened up again and spilled down blood. Darren could not help but cry out in pain.
"Aargh!"
Darren saw the blood spill out on Darren's clothes, and it got him immediately worried. He looked out the window and shouted out towards the group.
"Help!"