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.
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