They Have Become My People

It had been happening quite frequently today that Milan was more pissed than scared. He turned to face the three workers who were chewed down by the wolves. Their bodies were scrapped by the animals, but since these were their graves and not the site of their deaths, Milan stayed composed. Even if it was a haunting, Milan was so sure Lasair would save him if they decided to attack him.

“…why are you showing up in front of me now?” Milan even raised his chin. However, his proud look somewhat faltered when the three ghosts turned to face him in one single second. Their necks would have cracked from the angle if they were still alive.

Milan stepped back a little and found a tombstone behind him. He then used it to keep his body steady. “What do you want to tell me?”

“Master…” “Save…” “Punish…”