In the midst of heart-wrenching screams, John just knelt on the ground, his entire body beginning to tremble.
It was several seconds before he reached out with both hands to lift the puppy out of the cardboard box.
Then, the despondent man cradled the puppy in his arms, gently stroking it.
As if he were hoping for the dog's resurrection.
But the puppy hung its ears and was stiff-limbed, no longer having the strength to respond to its owner.
The despondent man sat slumped in a daze, his posture gradually loosening, shifting from kneeling to sitting cross-legged. He seemed completely defeated just a moment ago, but now a coldness was slowly emanating from deep within him.
"Jason."
The despondent man suddenly spoke up.
"Hmm?"
Jason looked toward the despondent man, his extraordinary perception telling him that John had become extremely dangerous. If the John of before was like a tiger bound by chains,
What about now?
The chains had broken.
The tiger was ready to spring free!
