(PS: Ten-minute edit)
Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene and watched incredulously as the figure in the tattered cloak stood before them.
Blood, the deep red of passion, oozed from the soaked blonde's head, trickling down from the forehead as his eyes bulged and his hand trembled uncontrollably towards the cloak-clad figure, before rolling back and he collapsed softly to the ground.
"Ah!!"
The foreign woman next to the blonde was the first to snap back to reality. They clutched their heads and screamed as they ran to a corner of the room, huddling together and trembling.
The middle-aged man stood behind the cloaked figure, looking somewhat lost as he wiped sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief.
Clang!
The cloaked figure's gaze swept over the blonde and discarded the bottle in hand: "Can we have some quiet now?"
"Fuck, you dare touch my people."
Amidst the grating noise of tables and chairs, several people surrounded the figure in the cloak.
