Simon didn't know when he woke up, but the sky looked dim and cloudy, his body sitting on a small stone bench outside the castle... but what worried him was... "What the hell happened..." He grumbled and wiped his face.
A sticky squelch sounded, and something warm spread across his face that smelled sour like old meat and rust...
'Is this blood... what happened?'
His chest burned with pain, but his hands were no different.
A loud thud came to him as he stood up, his knee buckling. The moment he saw what surrounded him, his lips trembled, almost falling back. He slipped on the thick puddle of blood... three bodies, torn apart and covered in bloody marks as if killed by someone who enjoys torturing his targets.
"W-What... that hell!?"
"Oh? Is that not Simon? I didn't expect to see you...Hmm?" The voice halted, eyes examining the area, as the corners of his lips lifted, forming a malevolent smile. "Knight Simon, where did all this blood come from?"
