Is He Dead?

"And you? What's your name?" Geoffrey asked once more.

The man looks at Tristan with his disgusted smile, slowly framing his lips.

"You don't seem to recognize me, Tristan Sinclair… argh…" A long groan escaped the man's lips as the man behind him kicked him hard in the back, causing him to be pushed forward. His unbalanced legs made him stagger and ultimately fall.

"You have to answer. Don't lie. And don't fucking ask back!" Geoffrey said coldly after kicking him hard. He saw that the man had now fallen to the ground with his face kissed on the stone road.

After the man's long groan in pain, no words could be heard from him anymore. He didn't even move.

Worried that he had kicked him so hard, Geoffrey hurried over and crouched down to examine the man, who was now motionless on the ground.