But when the Butcher saw those eyes that had entirely lost their light, he found himself unable to strike.
The Unclean had carried his dead daughter, killed the fraud in an unspeakably cruel way, and slaughtered the entire family in passing.
"What did we do wrong! We only wanted to survive, is that a sin?"
The father cradled his lifeless daughter, wailing amidst the raging flames, shedding tears of blood.
"Law Enforcer, please tell me, what exactly did we do wrong!"
The hysterical roar still echoes in his heart to this day.
Time slipped by in a blink; six years had already passed.
After experiencing that incident, the Butcher could no longer align himself with the values of the Ether Association.
He did not join the Association and instead chose to drift in the black market, searching for the meaning of living.
Eventually, he became an assassin, numbly killing again and again.
He had no family, living an utterly solitary life, unlike the others.
