—"You really need to go, Red Nightmare."—
A low-pitched voice echoed from within the wall of intimidating enemies gathered to put an end to The Red Nightmare.
My calm grey eyes carefully surveyed every one of their faces.
Whether they were men, women or spiffs. Their tense facial and bodily expressions were all the same.
Rigid, squeezed, tense and incredibly anxious.
Sweat was gathered on the faces of a couple of men and a couple of other women. I didn't know about the spiffs, though. I wasn't sure if those things were even capable of sweating.
Then, seeing their anxious expressions, it suddenly occurred to me:
These people, the so-called sparrows, were scared of me.
No, more precisely, they were scared of The Red Nightmare.
The sudden realization caused my lips to widen, forming a smirk as a response to that voice.
And with the smirk, a sick scoff followed.
The scoff rang out, echoing and cutting through the palpable silence that engulfed the area.
