TRMP Chapter 33

In the fierce wind, the youth standing on the rooftop revealed a faint smile. Blood dripped from the blade in his hand, and a few drops of blood stained the cheek caressed by the wind. The blood oozing from the injured forehead made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. A mad and wicked smile outlined the youth's face, and the darkness in his eyes grew even heavier. "You're here to catch me?" The youth raised his eyebrows, looking at the protagonist group before him, smiling lightly and…