Isabella

I looked at Isabella, who was still shocked, her cheeks smeared with blood from the asshole I had beheaded.

Her mind could not comprehend what had happened. I stared at her for a while before she turned and stared at the asshole's head, which was lying on the ground.

Then she threw herself into my arms and began crying loudly.

"Don't worry, everything is over now," I patted her back and consoled her.

I heard loud sobs from her. Because she was still in shock, I knew that crying loudly would help her calm down.

It wasn't long before her sobs calmed down.

My eyes widened as I observed her handprints on her face. Suddenly, I felt a surge of anger welling up inside of me. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. In any case, I had already killed the culprits.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, as I saw her face staring at mine.

As she sat on the ground and broke free from me, trying to hide beneath my jacket, she nodded her head slowly.