I didn’t want him to arrive. I didn’t want him here, if I was capable enough to handle it on my own. His arrival reminded me why I was fourth, I felt degenerated.

It ached because I, what did I do? Nothing.

“Boss-”

Hashir came too with Akram and others but to no avail, he had come to clean the mess.

“You’re late, Hashir. Try to be swifter next time,” Nathaniel mocked.

Gritting my teeth, I looked up at Nathaniel who was in his Plague Doctor mask.

Observing the area where my home was stained with blood, whistling his melody of death.

“Tsk,”

Growling, I forced myself to sit up,...