Standing there, they could but watch the sight of the hunter in front of them as he packed back and forth from behind the innocent people on their knees.
"Who will it be Satoru, clock is ticking."
Voda stopped behind a woman, pointing at the back of her head.
"You want me so stop this."
"Oh no no no, I have plans before that. Now is that all you have to say?" he lifted the sword in the air.
"Don't do this."
Voda grinned and slammed the sword right in her head, causing her eyeballs to jump out of her head as her head was entirely bisected down to the throat, splitting and falling over to each side with her body too collapsing to the ground.
Satoru's eyes lowered and watched as he felt the rush of all the negativity that the woman has lived through, unable to focus on the situation but on the emotional and memorial rush of sadness, fear, guilt, loneliness and jealousy.