Sora fell to the ground; blood rushed from the open wound. "Claude," she choked. But the man before her was nothing like the brother she knew. His eyes carried no warmth from the side their father watched.
"Dad… help." Sora reached out, but he let her hanging hands fall to the floor. "Please," she begged, but the two people before her stared back blankly.
"I gave you everything. I was willing to put my life down if need be, but what did you do?" Claude chuckled bitterly.
"How much did he promise you?" He demanded, but Sora was in so much pain her mouth couldn't form words.
"Help," she groaned, crawling towards the door, but Claude stepped forward. His eyes stared at her coldly, then his boots landed on the open wound as he pressed down with pressure.
"Ahhhh… Claude," Sora moaned, sweat breaking from her forehead, her weak, trembling hands reaching out desperately trying to lift his leg, but he was more than her. Her face paled, and her lips dried within seconds.
