Blood dripped from the ceilings, walls, everything in sight. No mercy had been spared to any soul that lingered in the building. Only death walked through the halls, forcing it's vessel to follow in its steps.

His hands shook as his breaths turned into cold air in front of his face. Blood almost seemed to freeze as it dripped off his body. Cross seemed almost on a whole new planet as his feet dragged against the ground.

All the bodies on the floors were his doing, their lives taken in one fell swoop. And now, he reaps what he himself sows.

Slowly, the man finds his way to you, heavy breathing the only thing louder than the sound of silence. You stared up at a body...Up.

Seeing how this was one of your first missions with Cross, you finally found out why his callsign was 'Crucifix.' It was due to his kill style. Any soldier he deemed unworthy of a "peaceful" death would be sentenced to being attached to a wall by their hands and stomach, being brutally hung there by knives or metal pipes.

Was it sick and disgusting? Absolutely. Did Cross see anything wrong in it? No. He was sending them to hell the correct way.