The Syringe

So, I smiled at him as a sign of appreciation for being part of my life even for a short time before I could face my inevitable fate behind the depth of the cliff.

However, someone's hands took hold of my arms and pulled me up by force. And I'm sure those hands were not from Charles. When I catch a glimpse of the naked man in front of me, it was no other than Randolph.

"I'm so sorry, human. Our Young Master won't let you die for now," says Randolph in a lugubrious tone. He then holds my shoulder still to support my body from plummeting to the ground when I started to feel my head spinning.

Charles crawled out of the ground and stood in front of me. However, he could not dare look me in the eye, especially when his cheeks were already covered in tears.

"What should we do now, Charles?" Randolph asked him. This time, I could sense everyone's bothered minds while looking at the old man who shifted into a monster and got killed by someone with severe brain issues.