The little girl walked toward Ethan just as he set the empty bowl back on the table.
"Haha…"
Her smile twisted into something cruel, her eyes narrowing like a cornered wildcat's.
BANG!
Before she could finish her laugh—or even say a word—Ethan's fist smashed into her face. The blow landed with a thunderous crash, half of her features collapsing inward as her small body was hurled across the room. She slammed into the half-wall of the semi-open kitchen, the tiles shattering into shards that rained down around her.
"Ah…"
The three customers who had just stepped inside froze in shock. They had been about to take seats, but now stood rooted to the spot, staring at the sight of Ethan striking a little girl. They were regulars here, familiar with the shop, and instinct urged them to intervene. But the sheer force of that punch made them hesitate, a chill climbing up their spines.
