C168 The Fake Ones Are All Fake

The child's mouth was open, and blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain. His arms were full of fear, and I reacted by quickly running over and pulling the kid away from me. I held him tightly in my arms, tears streaming down my face!

What should he do? What should he do? How can I explain this to the parents and friends of the child? Was he still so young? I glared at Fifteen. In my heart