Sei slowly raised his head, staring up at the man towering above him like a tyrant—yet his calm, almost saintly face clashed violently with the cruelty he displayed.
'This bastard.'
Before Sei could think further, another brutal kick sent him crashing into the wall. He puked blood while clutching his chest; he could feel the broken rib slowly pierce his lung.
'He is targeting the same spot.' Sei cursed in his thoughts.
The man walked over to Sei with calculated steps, "As weak as you are, you will die soon," he announced, as if he foresaw the future that hung like a sword at Sei's head, tied with a thin thread of fate.
"How could you know?" Sei said, gritting hard, gasping for air.
The man let out a shrieked laugh, raising his foot above Sei's ragged body, about to slam it in his abdomen—or more precisely, the same spot where the last two hits had landed.
