"Do I look bad?" César's voice came as he walked toward the ping that the System sent him to his phone.
[System: Awful is the right word. You are drenched in blood, and the white robe is not helping much, though you probably look more like a homeless person than somebody who just killed two women, so just go and do not stop. Also, it is better to use the alleys if possible to not get more attention.]
"Good idea." He made a left turn into one of those alleyways because he was like a main attraction.
A white hotel robe stained with blood, but what looked worse were his face and arms. He had tried to wipe it off, tried to make it look better, but it had already dried and crusted. He looked like a fucking demon on the run, or maybe a homeless drug addict.
[System: Why did you stop?]
"My eyes fucked." César said as he spit on his finger and started washing his eyes with it, because the blood was burning them like shit, and his vision once again started to blur.
