Rain stood in silence, watching as the stranger slowly raised his sword.
There was no need for words anymore—the battle was inevitable.
But Rain was in no hurry.
Wasn't there something amusing about all of this?
This man, trying so hard to appear mysterious and terrifying, was trembling behind his mask, desperately hiding his fear beneath a forced composure.
"You know," Rain said with a twisted smile. "I really enjoy staring into the eyes of those who know they're about to die."
He didn't wait for a reply.
In less than a second, Rain vanished.
The stranger barely had time to track his movements before a searing pain shot through his right leg.
He looked down—
His foot was missing.
But the most absurd part?
Rain hadn't used a sword, a claw, or any weapon at all.
He had bitten it off with his teeth.
Standing there, he casually chewed on the piece of flesh, gazing at the stranger with mocking eyes.
"My god… you taste awful. Have you ever considered bathing in your life?"
The stranger staggered back in horror, unable to process what had just happened.
"You… what are you—"
But Rain wasn't about to let him think.
He disappeared again.
Then—
The sound of tearing flesh.
A scream ripped through the air.
Rain was pulling out the stranger's intestines—slowly.
No, he wasn't tearing them out violently.
He was unraveling them, as if pulling a long rope from a bag.
"How many meters do you think this will go?" Rain mused, holding the intestines as if measuring a skipping rope. "Let's see if we can make a finish line here."
The stranger tried to step back, but the pain was unbearable. His breath was ragged, sweat pouring down his face.
"Damn you… I'll kill you… I'll—"
Before he could finish, Rain slapped him.
Hard.
Teeth flew through the air like grains of rice.
"Thanks for participating, but you're just a background character, my friend."
Then—
Rain pulled out one of his ribs.
Rain examined the rib in his hand, then looked at the stranger, then back at the rib.
"You know what I just thought of?"
The stranger could barely stand, his body a mess of blood and torn flesh, but he clung to life.
"I realized I haven't had a snack in a while."
Then—
He bit into the rib and chewed.
The stranger gasped, his eyes widening in sheer terror.
But Rain grimaced and spat it onto the ground.
"Damn, you're even worse than the foot. Do you eat garbage or what?"
The stranger collapsed to his knees, his body trembling.
Rain, unfazed, crouched in front of him, gazing at him like a child watching a wounded animal.
"Does it hurt?"
No response.
Just weak whimpers.
"I'll take that as a yes."
But Rain wasn't done yet.
This was far too entertaining to end so soon.
He stood up, spreading his arms as if preparing for a dance.
Then—
He began biting off the stranger's fingers one by one.
"One finger, two fingers, three…"
Each time he bit off a finger, he spat it onto the ground like he was sampling a bad meal.
"Oh, this one's too bitter… this one's too tough… and this one's crunchy? What the hell did you eat before coming here?"
The stranger was convulsing, beyond the ability to scream, his eyes unnaturally wide.
But Rain didn't stop there.
He grabbed the man by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air, then whispered in his ear:
"I've decided how I'm going to kill you."
The stranger could barely focus, his eyes drowning in tears and blood.
Then, without warning—
Rain plunged his hand into his chest.
But instead of ripping out his heart, he began squeezing it.
"Can you feel that? Can you feel life slipping away… piece by piece?"
The stranger looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for an end.
But Rain wasn't ready to grant it so easily.
"Alright, alright, don't cry. I'll finish it now."
Then—
He crushed his heart.
The stranger's body fell lifelessly to the ground.
But Rain didn't move.
He just stood there, staring at the corpse.
Then…
He laughed.
Not just any laugh, but one filled with pure madness, as if something inside him had completely shattered.
"Did you see that? Did you see how he died? My god, that was incredible!"
Then he turned to the corpse and asked in a quiet, mocking voice:
"Nothing? No response? You're so boring."
He kicked the body aside and turned to face the gate the stranger had been guarding.
The cold returned to his eyes, his crazed smile fading.
It was time to see what lay beyond.