So... It looks like our conversation is coming to a logical conclusion... - The pale-faced man said in an unnaturally soft whisper before picking up a folding knife. Running his tongue along the tip of the blade, Jeremiah smiled faintly.

Ah, I think I should apologize... Still, I can’t do this to old friends... But you're forcing me.

Raising his eyebrows in feigned surprise, Valeska took a step forward... Slowly holding the knife in his hands.