"Shit, I'm bleeding too much."
The man stood in the dark alley, bleeding from countless bullet wounds.
"Look like they are not going to give up, these lowlifes"
He ran into the shadows.
"Those bastards... they even dared to betray me."
"¡Ahí está!"
(There he is!)
"Todo este callejón está rodeado. Dinos dónde escondiste a tu familia."
(This whole alley is surrounded. Tell us where you hid your family.)
"Nadie de esa línea de sangre debe sobrevivir hoy."
(No one of that bloodline should survive today.)
Outside the alley
"¿Por qué no entramos, capitán?" one member asked.
(Why aren't we going in, captain?)
"¿También quieres morir? ¿No viste cuántos murieron hoy por culpa de una sola persona?" the leader replied.
(Do you also want to die? Didn't you see how many people died today because of just one person?)
"Destruyan toda esta área. Fuego por todas partes. No se acerquen."
(Destroy this whole area. Fire everywhere. Don't go close.)
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! (Gunfire echoes continuously)
Inside
The man sat behind the cover of a beam in the alley, his blood all over the place.
A gun in his hand.
"Is this how I die...?
Hah! Ha! Hah! Ha!
Well, I think this is a perfect end for a person like me." The man laughed at death.
"Still... I wanted to die by my wife's hand."
"Hah! Ha!"
"Looks like I can't even think straight anymore."
"Ha! Haa! Ha! Haa!" the man laughed with all his remaining strength.
Eyes shut. Entering his deep slumber.
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Ah! His eyes snapped open. The gold ceiling above him gleamed, and a golden chandelier cast light above the bed.
The light from the candle dimly lit the room.
The man sat up quickly and closed his eyes, grabbing his head in intense pain.
"What the hell!?"
"Didn't I die...? Was it all a dream?"
"No... where am I?"
He opened his eyes and looked around the room.
"No... where is this? I've never been here before."
He looked beside him, and it surprised him.
There was a woman sleeping next to him.
A woman who looked to be in her twenties, her white jade skin and brown hair sprawled across the red-colored bed, one hand gently holding the man's arm.
"Shit. Where am I? And who is she?"
The man rose from the bed quickly and walked toward the door.
A pain so intense that he could barely stand surged through his head.
He grabbed his head. "Ahhh!"
"Shit, what's happening? It's killing me."
"And who the fuck put me here? I don't think anyone from my enemies is generous enough to give me this beautiful room... and that girl....."
Just as he was leaving the room, the pain in his head struck again.
"Ah! I have to get out..."
As the man moved, his gaze landed on the mirror beside him—and it stunned him.
His face froze in shock.
He stood before the mirror, thinking,
"What am I even seeing...?"
He was shocked by the reflection.
There stood the man he thought he was,
But now... the golden hair reached his eyes,
Those red, cold-blooded eyes,
And that pale skin.
"Just... what am I seeing?"
"Who the fuck is this bastard?"
"xšāyaθiya vazə̄rka"
(Your Majesty) a voice came from behind the man.