"He's very special... actually, this is also something I chose for myself. He said toying with an ordinary person is meaningless, like a tiger playing with a mouse, it's uninteresting... so he let me make my own choice."
Hig's voice was somewhat weak, leaning against the wall. The abnormality in his body had begun to show, but fortunately, the demonization was not yet visually apparent.
This was a transaction, a deal with the Devil. In that woven illusion, Hig finally caught a glimpse of his long-hidden hometown, but the price was the ever-fading sanity and the gradually distorted body.
Lorenzo walked towards Hig with a folding blade. It was a hard decision, just as he had said to Mrs. Van Rudd back then. Even if you keep a dog for so many years, you'd develop some feelings, let alone a human.
