AHHHHHHHHRG!" Ehito's scream echoed, shattering the night's silence. It wasn't the pain inflicted by his brother that made him cry out, but the sacrifice he had just made. He had intercepted the knife's blade, feeling it sink into his palm, the warm blood beginning to flow. The palpable tension in the air transformed into a biting cold, and then the rain began to fall, enveloping the scene in a heavy, ominous silence. Time seemed to freeze. Ehito made no further sound after his initial cry, not a breath, not a groan, not another cry of rage or pain.
The brother, unnerved by the chilling quiet, felt a strange urge to hear him scream, to ensure he was still human. But at that precise moment, a sinister cracking sound echoed, followed by a series of repeated cracks. It was the sound of his own bones fracturing under the relentless pressure of Ehito's hand. Ehito, impervious to the pain, tightened his grip on the knife, the blade yielding to the force. Then, his hand closed around his brother's, now defenseless, crushing it. The brother tried to scream, but before any sound could escape, Ehito struck his solar plexus violently. A swift and merciless blow. The air was forced from his lungs, leaving him unable to breathe, move, scream, speak, or even struggle. He was reduced to helpless prey before a predator. A trembling rabbit before a wolf.
But it wasn't the pain or fear that made him tremble, it was Ehito's gaze. A gaze devoid of all life. Dead. Dull. His once-brown eyes were now black. His breathing was so shallow he seemed to be a corpse. His body appeared relaxed, but every muscle was poised to pounce. When the brother regained his senses, his instincts screamed at him to flee. He opened his mouth to scream with all his might.
But before a single sound could escape, Ehito's foot slammed into his jaw, crushing it shut, preventing him from screaming. With each passing second, the pressure increased, splitting his lips, causing blood to flow. In a desperate move, he tried to bite Ehito's foot, but just before he could, Ehito withdrew it. Then, without hesitation, he bent his right knee and let it crash down brutally on the brother's chin.
A sinister crack echoed. His jaw was shattered. The damage was irreversible. The pain, unbearable. He lost consciousness almost instantly. But that wasn't enough. Not for Ehito. These people had killed him. They had hurt him. And now, they had ruined and threatened Lia, the girl he loved.
So, he grabbed the brother by the hair and dragged him like a corpse. Slowly, he advanced towards the sister. She had collapsed to the ground. But it wasn't Ehito's gaze that terrified her. It was his entire being. His menacing aura. The way he walked with his brother's lifeless body at his feet. For a moment, she thought he was dead.
Then, in a sudden burst of rage and brotherly love, she seized her knife and lunged at Ehito. She knew it was madness. Facing someone who had crushed a man over two meters tall without the slightest effort? It was suicide. But she charged anyway.
What was bound to happen, happened. With a simple kick, Ehito sent the knife flying from her hands. The blade spun in the air before embedding itself deep in her arm. The steel sank all the way to the bone. Only the bone kept her arm from being completely severed.
The pain was unbearable. She wanted to scream. But Ehito grabbed her jaw and clenched it shut with brutal force, preventing any sound from escaping. A muffled whimper escaped. But that changed nothing. She struggled with her legs, kicking wildly. This sudden movement forced Ehito to slightly loosen his grip.
This was her only chance to escape. She succeeded, but as she felt the pressure he had exerted on her neck, she realized she was bleeding. She wanted to scream. But the pain in her throat brutally dragged her back to reality. When had she made the mistake? When she had threatened him that night? No. When she followed him on the train? No. Maybe when she told her brother the whole story? No.
The real mistake had happened much earlier. That day. The day she had spoken to him for the first time. She replayed that moment over and over in her mind, looping endlessly. She regretted it. Tears streamed down her cheeks. But no sound came out. Her expression could have broken anyone's heart. Could have made even the worst monster feel guilt.
But Ehito… He felt no pity. His gaze remained the same. Still just as dark. Still just as lifeless. And worse, vengeance was taking over. He wanted to destroy them. Not today. Not now. But their very existence was enough to taint this evening that he should have spent peacefully with Lia. They had ruined everything. This first date. This happiness he hadn't felt in years. He was seething with rage. His body tensed. His hatred consumed him, filling every space in his mind. He was no longer thinking. He saw nothing else. His instincts alone dictated his movements. One step. Then another. He advanced toward the sister. His mind was blind. Yet his body kept moving. And just as he was about to strike—
A pressure on his back. A weight. A presence. A voice rose in the silence. "Stop, Ehito. That's enough now." His gaze wavered. His mind reconnected to reality this eyes are return to brown. His crazy body crazy look his crazy eyes his crazy aura his crazy him have disappeared. He took in the scene around him. The brother's lifeless body on the ground. The traces of the fight. The sister, curled up in tears. Then, he saw Lia. Standing before him. His breath hitched. Everything blurred. His vision of her wavered. Each blink plunged him deeper into darkness. The sirens wailed in the distance. He wanted to speak. But before a word could leave his lips— Everything went black. Only the darkness remained.