The man silently smashed his fist into Oskar's body.
At first, Oskar could still let out screams of agony, but eventually, he became completely silent as blood foam sprouted from his nose and his legs convulsed neurotically.
His fair-weather friends stood at the door, watching Oskar being beaten unconscious, remaining silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to utter a word.
The room was filled with the scent of death until Norris Moore, barefoot, jumped down from the bed and ran out. The man let go of Oskar's nearly flattened chest and chased after Norris.
With her lips clenched tight, Norris ran swiftly, but he caught her at the door, lifted her off the floor, and carried her away horizontally. She struggled desperately in his arms, but without a word, he just held her to one side and stepped towards his residence.
