Drip.
Tea spilled from the table, pooling on the floor.
Above it, droplets of blood fell one by one.
The room, devoid of light, was pitch black, illuminated only by heavy breathing and faint groans.
âGuh⦠uuugh⦠ughâ¦â
The groans belonged to Bumdong, the commander of the Flying Dragon Division.
Collapsed on the floor, he bled profusely from his hands and mouth.
âUgh⦠guhâ¦â
His eyes brimmed with terror and disbelief.
His body trembled uncontrollably, as if seized by overwhelming fear.
Before him, someone bent their knees.
The owner of glowing, azure eyes.
Gu Yangcheonâs brilliant blue gaze pierced through the darkness as he locked eyes with Bumdong.
Although his expression was obscured by the shadows, Bumdong could feel it.
Gu Yangcheon was smiling at him.
Crack.
âUrkâ!â
Grabbing Bumdong by the hair, Gu Yangcheon forced him upright.
âYou know whatâs funny about being falsely accused? Until it happens to you, you donât get how infuriating it really is.â
âHuff⦠huffâ¦â
Bumdong tried to speak, but his mouth had been ripped to shreds, rendering coherent speech impossible.
âThey said I did something I didnât do. Denying it wasnât enoughâthey wouldnât believe me. Then they had the audacity to demand proof.â
The smile on Gu Yangcheonâs face deepened.
At that moment, Bumdong felt his breath seize.
Rumbleâ!
An overwhelming bloodlust filled the room, suffocating everything within.
âYou piece of shit.â
Gu Yangcheonâs pupils slit vertically like those of a predator.
âWhy the hell should I have to prove my innocence?â
âGrrk⦠th-thatâsâ¦â
âIf I didnât do it, then I didnât do it. Why should I have to prove it?â
Bumdong tried to respond, enduring his agony, butâ
Thud! Boom!
âGuh-hahk!â