gogojojo331
Six Thousand Club
He looked at him and his expression grew darker. "What...." His fists gripped. "...did you say?" He shivers with rage, and a dark aura forms around him. "My dear Erina is dead?" He gritted his teeth. "How?" An awkward silence followed, broken by Lous fist hitting the wall, sending shockwaves, as Chunks fell from the ceiling in the other floors. "HOW!?" He loved Erina with a passion, and he got antsy when someone even threatened touching her in some innaptopreate way, like poking. Imagine the pain worse than death to the man who killed her. And he was not even there for the funeral...