Demon

Kai had no plans of letting Phantom V die. Not just yet.

That would've been far too merciful for a man responsible for the deaths of so many innocent people. A man who helped turn a peaceful town into a war zone.

No, death would be the easy way out.

And Kai wasn't in the business of letting people off easy.

The blood Phantom V had lost? It wasn't pooling in the dirt. It was flowing backwards - threading through the air like crimson strings, re-entering his torn flesh under Kai's command.

It was the technique Kai had come up with on a whim when he tried to save the old woman with nothing but instinct and desperation. It somehow worked, and now he could force someone to live if they were dying primarily from blood loss.

Whether they wanted to or not...

The bullet wounds in Phantom V's body had missed every major organ, intentionally. Kai had made sure of that. Painful, incapacitating, but far from lethal.