'Wait... PINK SKY!? Bernard's eyes glowed, his hands shaking with excitement. 'From what I know, pink skies are only seen in one specific region of Kelyan, Cinderford,' putting his hands on his mouth, Bernard was shaking with joy.
Bernard spoke unintentionally from his excitement. "If this is true, I must only be a few miles away from home! I don't need to kill some monster... But I'm not in my body; whatever that spirit thing was, I'm sure nothing good would come of me ignoring what it has asked of me."
Sighing, Bernard decided he needed to find a place to stay for now. 'Damn it, it all comes down to money...'
Bernard's expression had become downcast again; gritting his teeth, he started walking out of the alley while muttering something about teaching that officer a lesson for starting all of this nonsense.
After leaving the alley, Bernard was extra careful as he tried to retrace his path to the market area.
Walking through the streets, Bernard realised he was going in the wrong direction. How did he realise that? The streets he was walking through were becoming more and more decrepit; earlier there were cobblestone streets, but now they had become collapsed cobblestone. Most of the streets, alleys, and walls were covered in grime and dirt.
While walking through the streets, Bernard heard something odd a bit ahead; in an alley on the right, it was a muffled voice which contained an undescribable fear.
After a minute or so of deliberation on whether he should go and check, Bernard started walking over. Looking into the alley, Bernard saw a rather thin man, who was wearing a plain yellowish brown coat, standing over a bald man in a white suit who was kneeling down. 'Blimey, how unlucky am I? Those two are definitely trouble; I'll just leave them alone.'
Deciding to walk away, Bernard quietly tiptoed away from the alley's entrance. Just as the men were about to be out of sight, Bernard saw a beautiful woman's face; her hair was a smooth, dark brown, her eyes were blackish brown, and she had a fearful expression on her face. She was gagged with something that looked like a handkerchief; the man in the white suit was obviously trying to do something to her.
Bernard's black eyes suddenly became cold. 'Originally I wasn't going to interfere... But she looks too much like my sister.'
Clenching his shaking hand, Bernard quietly walked over and knelt down onto the dirty streets. Scanning the street for a minute, Bernard picked up a dark green glass shard; it was quite sharp.
Standing up silently, Bernard clutched the glass shard with his hand, drawing some blood as he did. 'I need to injure the man in the suit first; he's most likely to have a weapon. That other one shouldn't be much of a problem.'
After planning out his attack, Bernard walked into the alley, making little to no sound as he did. After getting what he deemed close enough, Bernard charged at the kneeling man like a wild boar! Slamming his knife into his back before he could react.
The bald man in a suit screamed in agony as Bernard quickly ripped the glass shard out of the man's back with a grotesque sound, covering it in blood. Turning to the man in the yellowish brown coat, who was still stunned in fear, taking that chance, Bernard rushed at him! A few moments before Bernard could reach him, the man in the yellowish-brown coat immediately woke up from his stupor, running away in fear before Bernard could reach him.
Shaking, Bernard looked past the bald man who was bleeding on the ground towards the girl; she was shaking in fear, tears running down her face; she was bound by two brownish yellow ropes. Walking over to her, he pushed the glass shard against the brownish-yellow rope on her hand, cutting it off. Kneeling down, he cut off the brownish-yellow rope on her legs too, trying to calm his shaking hands while doing so.
Reaching out his hand towards the woman to help her up, Bernard did his best to smile while speaking. "You're going to be alright now, although I would recommend leaving this place and going home." Bernard spoke in a tone that contained kindness and warmth.
Seeing that the woman was too afraid of him to take his hand, he sighed and retracted it, while thinking it was an expected reaction.
Getting up, Bernard tossed the glass shard somewhere to his left while walking away, his mind too preoccupied with the shock to escort the girl home.
Walking far enough away, Bernard breathed a heavy sigh as he slumped against a wall, his hands trembling, sweat dripping down his face as thoughts flashed by: 'I've really done it this time... Harming a real human!' A real bloody human, even if he was scum... And I left him there! What if he dies!? That blood will be on my hands!?'
Bernard was spiralling with guilt, fear, and shock at what he had just done, tears filling his vision. 'I never wanted any of this... I just want to go home and see my sister and mother. Why am I here...? WHY WAS I CHOSEN!?' By now Bernard had fully lost his cool; he was grabbing his hair in anger and guilt.
After a long amount of time, a calm but authoritative voice resounded out in his head, breaking his stupor. [You have gained a record of path.]
"THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" Bernard blurted out in fright while looking around. Bernard bit his lip, using the pain to clear his mind. Now that he was able to think, Bernard started to analyse the situation. 'That voice's owner might still be around here; should I check or run away... It could be a trap by that monster... But why would it chase me all the way here? 'Damn it, damn it...'
Looking around one last time, Bernard silently walked away from where he had spiralled into guilt, pushing it down for now. Walking past the alley where he had attacked the bald man, Bernard decided he should check if he had a weapon or any money on him.
Sneaking over to the bald man, he kneeled down while reaching his hands into the clothes, his expression falling as he realised something. "He's dead. I killed a man." He muttered in shock. Bernard opened his mouth to scream as he fell to the ground, but no sound would come out. Tears streamed down his face, blocking his vision as he trembled in guilt.
Clenching his fist, Bernard slammed it at his head. 'Now's not the time to feel guilty and wallow in your own pity, Bernard…' Gritting his teeth, Bernard got up, guilt still showing in his eyes.