The silence was deafening.

Puddles of crimson thick spread out at his feet, Dai Zheng leaned on your figure, his fingers stroking your jawline until they'd eventually clutch it to force your chin up. His grasp was made of iron ; his voice, your very knell.

"I guess I've found my reward. Do you have a name or shall I give you one ?"

He grinned, crouching in front of you. As if he hadn't just slaughtered your whole village and family. As if he hadn't just ruined you.