Tamping down on her shivers, the red-haired girl walked forward, and a question popped into her head: How many people had that guy in the black coat killed?
100? 300? 500? Except for that inhuman monster, she really couldn't think of any other existence with an aura of death that could fill the sky.
Their cars were on the roadside dozens of meters away. Everyone quickly got in and left.
The two girls had their own driver, who hadn't followed them into the park, and who thus was still composed.
The two cars behind them swerved and crashed into a few shrubs on the side of the road before barely making it back onto the road.
But the people in the cars didn't complain. Everybody was shaking, including the drivers.
They weren't rookies, and it wasn't like they hadn't seen people die before.
But nobody could remain calm when they saw the heads of two of their own turned into takoyaki balls and nailed to the bench.
