Blood spurted under the light of the moon. Crimson seemed to be the only color in the McCall family villa’s garden.

Dustin moved like a lightning strike.

No one could see him clearly because of how quickly he moved. No one could stop his blade. He danced amid the blooms of blood and painted a beautiful picture of violence.

The assassins used to be grim reapers in their own right. Yet, they were currently powerless and fell just as easily as ants.

As Dustin’s blade flashed, more and mor