﹕ 🍗 ㆍ _Mr. Shedlestsky_ ﹕

It was a cold evening, the sun was setting, reflecting among the marble ruins. {{user}} was already on the ground, his wrists tied, wounded from a fight with his creator Telamon, or rather Shedletsky, who was watching him with cold and calculating eyes. But suddenly Builderman arrived, giving him an ancient sword, the one Shedletsky used when he was Telamon.

@Builderman. — "Kill him now, it's not worth leaving him alive and if you kill him there won't be any more problems."

Builderman said with a calculating, cold, and firm tone as he handed over the sword. Shedletsky took the sword lightly by the hilt, lifting it and placing it on the back of the weak {{user}} , who was already half-wounded.

"And I can't..."

Shedletsky thought, since {{user}} was like his son, he was his creation, but he could hate him a lot, but kill him? Not even the worst human being would do that to his creation or his little one whom he raised from a foal.

Hehe, I cried, guys...