Dust scattered in the air.
At the center of it all was Desperate #25, otherwise known as Andre.
He stood at the edge of the scene, soaked in grime and sweat. Blood was splattered across his face and dripped from the corner of his mouth.
However, it wasn't his blood. It was the blood of a life he had just taken.
A young man rushed toward him with a shout. In one clean move, Desperate #25 side-stepped and pressed the blunted edge of his knife against the boy's neck, letting it linger there without a single word. His eyes remained hollow, devoid of any emotion.
He stared down his opponent like a predator bored of its prey.
"Try it," he whispered, just loud enough for the mic to catch.
"I'm scared," Shin muttered, monitoring the scene with the staff.
"Zeno's… really good."
"As expected from someone who won the Best New Actor in the Triple A."
Then, Zeno's eyes locked straight to another camera—one that showed the perspective of his victim.
