Chapter 157: A Familiar Item

A chill went down Raze's spine each time he thought about that moment. The cold hand that touched his face seemed like an illusion, yet based on the blood that it left behind like some type of dirty marking, it was quite clear that it wasn't.

'But why would that thing even think about saving me? And what did it mean that it couldn't protect me? Was it because of the bullet?' Raze thought.

He couldn't ponder on the matter for too long because Himmy was waiting for an answer, and the longer he would take, the more suspicious he would get.

"I'm not weak, you know," Raze finally answered. "And at the same time, it's not like I came out of the situation unscathed. I was hit twice; if I was any slower, then I wouldn't be speaking right now."

"I would like to keep it that way, so it would be nice if you explained to me why someone had come and tried to kill me."