"Please stop! Why must you do this to us?!" A little girl cried with tears streaking down her face.
In her arms, there was a boy around the same age as her with a seared wound across the entirety of his chest.
"Our village has lived in harmony with all of you for so many years! Why must you target us now?!" The little girl continued, her wails becoming even louder.
However, the beast in front of her showed no pity. Instead, a twisted smile crept up its face.
"Why, you ask? Well isn't that simple? It's because it's fun, of course! It's oh so very fun!"
The girl's face contorted in anger, but her expression quickly crumpled. The situation was hopeless. She could only wait for death.
The others around her were the same. In fact, they didn't even have the nerve to say anything in the first place. They stood in shock as their legs threatened to give up.
