"Julius!!!"
Professor Ignel shouted, his eyes filled with pure horror.
"I… am… sorry… Professor…" Julius's voice was so weak it sounded like he was barely alive.
"I couldn't… cough cough… I couldn't stop him…"
He looked like he was really about to die.
Julius was leaning heavily against the wall, his whole body covered in terrible cuts and wounds.
It looked like someone had tortured him on purpose.
His fingernails on both hands had been ripped out.
A long, ugly cut ran from the base of his left hand all the way up to his shoulder.
But the worst part was his chest, a deep cross-shaped wound had been carved into him.
Blood poured out steadily, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the floor.
Professor Ignel rushed forward in panic.
"W-who did this?!"
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Julius coughed out a big mouthful of blood that splattered on the ground.
"I don't… know. He was wearing a white mask… cough cough!"
