Chaos
CRIMSON RED, the color of our blood. The color of the sky when the darkness and light are fighting for dominance. The color of my win in every war and battle I took.
And the color that tainted my shirt that’s why Tatiana Benavidez is eyeing me cautiously.
“I will repeat my question, Chaos…” she said without blinking. “Why do you have blood on your shirt and hand? What did you do?”
Nakatingin sa akin si Tatiana. Siguro ay tinatanong niya ito ngayon dahil hindi niya inaasahan na makakakita siya ng dugo sa damit ko o she didn’t expect I might kill someone in broad daylight.
Well, I just did.
Nakatitig sa akin si Tatiana na akala mo ay sa unang pagkakataon, nagagawa niyang makita kung anong itinatago ko sa likod ng mga pangiti at pagtawa ko.
I wonder what kind of expression I am s
