When Marisol finally felt weak after the sudden rush of adrenaline and continuous bashing of the monster's head until his head became human paste, she collapsed on the ground, shocked at what she had just done.
"Haha... Did I just kill a human?"
Now that the shot of adrenaline had faded away and her head cleared, her conscience started questioning her decision.
"No... I was just trying to save myself! And he was one of the men-
eaters... ain't he?"
She started tweaking her hair, her mind being bugged by her conscience as her voice resonated with the screams echoing in the hallway. Even if she kept disregarding the fact that the monster she just killed looked like a human, her conscience would still ask about her decisions.
"He would have killed me if I had not done what I did! He was not a
human! He was a monster!"
