"Eight." Following the soldier's chant, blood from his back trickled down his muscles, sliding along his waistline until it vanished into the tight, black belt.
Those standing in front could not see the state of his back; they could only see his face. The moment she saw the blood trail spreading, Ruhuahua’s eyes turned red. Tears welled up, brimming and trembling, threatening to fall.
A whimper finally escaped her throat, and she turned her head away, biting down hard on the back of her hand.
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