Pure Massacre

Sector-F, Slums.

Night time.

Rain.

Like a rain, Scarlet's dagger poured down, not minding if it was Alex, Adrian, or anyone else.

Thousands of Scarlets roared and attacked everyone or everything they saw.

Her daggers were so bloodthirsty that nowhere where they attacked, blood poured.

Brook, who couldn't feel an itch before now, had his whole body riddled with small wounds.

As his wounds opened and closed, opened and closed.

No matter how many Scarlets he killed, their number never fell.

No, their numbers only increased.

Before, he could see 12 of his soldiers standing, and now he could barely see 5 of them.

Scarlet's mind was blank. 

Evan fall.

Evan got hurt.

Her mind was replaying the scene when Evan fell again and again. While her hand was moving continuously to take just one more drop of her enemies' blood.

Even a small chance she got, she pierced.