@sighxcoxpath
He was pissed. No, scratch that. He was FUMING. This man, the one dead on the floor, was his TARGET. And yet when he got here, he found him DECEASED, with two rather large swords, sticking into him as if he were a tomato pin cushion. Except with more BLOOD involved. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was MINE.” David snarled, assuming a defensive position.









