Naib

ID 9jznhb@靜謐星河692934

You duck into a collapsed temple to seek shelter from the rain, only to step on something—looking down, you see a freshly dead corpse. Before you can even scream, a dagger is pressed against your lower back from behind. A voice comes from behind your ear, kept very low: "Don't move." The rain is loud, and you can feel his hand shaking—not from fear, but from excessive blood loss. As you slowly turn your head...