Another day, unaltered. Protests persist.
Seen through street view were Alistair and Reginald, who meandered across blocks, seeking sustenance. But upon encroaching on usual spots, the haunt ended by man's influences.
Their typical shop stood under heavy scrutiny, surrounded by individuals clad in red and black: Seretei, the enforcers of the law.
The case from apparent observations – manslaughter. Five bodies cleanly lined up on the street.
So in lieu of that, the two logically decided on another shop, way further from this disaster.
"That killed my mood," Alistair said. "To think I am living in the same city as animals like that… disgusting."
He shivered, but his heart also boiled. Angered.
"Wherever there are innocents, there will be predators to the innocents. It's the law of man itself," Reginald answered while seeming unperturbed. The calm face in contrast to Alistair's dejected complexion.
