He grabbed Wo by the collar, eyes burning with twisted fury, "It's cowards like you! The Demon Race's reputation declines year after year!"
"I... I was born..." Wo coughed up blood, revealing a bitter smile, "...and couldn't choose this Demon Pattern..."
He had never expected to be beaten for something like this.
"Can't choose?" The guard sneered, raising his fist again, "Then choose an honorable way to die! Kill yourself! Wash away the sins of tarnishing the Demon Race's name with your blood!"
Just as the fist was about to fall, the actions of the two guards suddenly froze.
At the mouth of the alley, an unknown figure stood silently.
A wide hooded robe completely enveloped the figure, a blank metal mask covered their face, with only two deep-set eyes piercing through the shadows.
"What are you looking at?! City Guard business! If you don't want trouble, get lost!"
"Hiding your head and showing your tail, sneaking around! Definitely suspicious!" the other chimed in.
