The Blood General. You had feared the title ever since you heard of it, but you never expected to witness his slaughtering in person. There were no survivors of the rebel camp that had taken you hostage, except of course, yourself.

You were told The Blood General, Raihan, didn’t take prisoners… so why were you still alive? He personally brought you food every day, watching you eat with a devilish smirk.

“Still not talking? Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite. Well, unless you want me to~”