Gore is pretty disturbing for some people.
Especially, if you have never been exposed to such things, it's practically mortifying to see something gore related.
That's why I can understand why this thug would be scared.
Well, he did everything himself, I was just giving him directions, so it's not exactly my work.
He just sat in front of those chopped off heads with his eyes wide open, staring into oblivion.
But, unexpectedly , I was not bothered by it at all.
It all felt pretty much natural to me.
Maybe due to the fact that I have died multiple times already, and my body has adapted to such scenes.
"Get up already.", I commanded.
"Y-Yes", he replied, still terrified to look at me in the eyes.
"What's your name, by the way?", I asked, keeping my hand on his shoulder, as if to console him.
"Dulhard", he replied.
"Do you know me?", I asked again, hinting him to walk along the street.
"No.", he said hesitantly.
