The former Hunter Patriarch grimaced, crying and rolling over on his bed repeatedly. "Oh, is the medicine really this torturous?"
"That's because what you drank wasn't medicine." A voice answered.
The former Hunter Patriarch widened his eyes, scanning the entire room to see a tall figure dressed all in black and a grim reaper mask. "Who are you?" the old man asked, wincing at the end of his sentence. His entire body ached as if being stabbed by thousands of needles and then cut into several pieces using a blunt, serrated knife.
The grim reaper laughed. "Archer Damian Anderson," he replied.
"You're not him! He's dead! I've met him before and you guys have different voices!"
The figure who claimed to be Damian immediately chuckled in a low voice. He walked over, pushing the former Hunte
