Sebastian locked his gaze with the other man's eyes, whose identity was revealed, and was certain he was about to be killed.
Sebastian gasped sharply as he felt the fingers wrapped tightly around his heart, as each breath was taken away from him as if oxygen alone was being deprived from him.
Making eye contact with his yet-to-be killer is one of the hardest things he has to face. He had never thought he would be dying today, and he would have to break his promise to Atlas.
Sebastian could feel the warm dampness pouring out of his chest as blood soaked his front clothes, and Sebastian asked raspily, "W—Who are you?"
The man's voice continued to sound robotic and flat to his ears: "I am what you call a truth seeker."
The man's face twisted into a savage smile, and his hand turned to pluck his heart out, and Sebastian closed his eyes to prepare to die now.
In his mind, he whispered apologetically to Atlas. I'm sorry. Looks like I will have to see you from the other side.
