Leila lies there on the ground, screaming no longer a suitable measure to voice her pain.
Tears stain her cheeks, and Ryu bends down, placing a finger beneath her chin to lift her watery gaze to meet his cruel one.
“You could’ve saved yourself some of the pain, stupid weapon. Stand,” he finishes with demand and agitation in his tone. She struggles, forcing herself to her feet and replies, “No, I couldn’t have.”
He growls, dragging her to a large and open room. He takes her chain and clips it to the ground, giving her just enough room to stand properly. He states coldly, “You will play and demonstrate your abilities to me, or I will finish you where you stand.”
She gives a slow nod as he hands her a violin and bow. She would play as long as it kept her alive. Her bow glides across the strings in a languid, haunting tone, low notes keeping her mood at bay. Light begins to spark from the instrument.
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