[Espy]

HAYATE

Hayate froze, the color already drained from him face. A couple of seconds later, he was flying past the Hunter, not caring whether he stumbled on the canisters scattered across the ground. He wasn't a doctor; he knew that, even as he roughly shook the old man's shoulders in an attempt to revive him.

Hayate stood up slowly, numb, looping his mask strap around his head at the same time. "...What did he ever do to you?" he asked, his whisper distorted and made even less audible by the filter. "What makes you think...that you had any right, any right whatsoever, to kill my friends?" His voice rose, still shaky.

"I have no idea who you are, but your business is with me. Not with anyone else!" he screamed, almost hysterically, while diving for the nearest canister.

...Damn it. I'll kill her. I don't care anymore; she needs to die. This shop and my life are but a small sacrifice for bringing down this plague.