"M-Monster..."
A heavily injured man tried to crawl back with the only hand he had left. Blood was continuously oozing out of his other hand like a badly plumbed pipe.
His gore-covered body missed an arm and both his legs, the green jacket had turned crimson from the pool of blood he was trying to crawl out of, but blood spilled wherever he tried to crawl.
"Monster? Oh please sweetheart you have never seen a true monster." A pair of leather boots appeared near him, the man wore a long black jacket and a cigarette dangled carelessly from his lips.
He could've been mistaken for someone on a casual stroll after a hard day's work— calm, composed, even bored. His entire demeanor was jarringly at odds with the complete chaos and utter carnage surrounding him, as if none of it was worth breaking a sweat over.
