The tattooed man felt he must have offended someone.
Ever since he had returned home that day and seen the toy cat smeared with tomato sauce on his bed, along with a red pattern resembling an animal's footprint on the wooden wardrobe, and deep scratches on it, the tattooed man had begun to wonder whom he had actually offended.
There were too many suspects, as those like him who guarded places were bound to offend people. Especially with the recent conflicts between various powers, all were worthy of suspicion. But pinpointing who would do such a thing wasn't something he could figure out quickly. After all, those people's methods would be more direct and bloody, not just using tomato sauce.
People around him?
The tattooed man shook his head. He had lived here for several years; the locals were timid. Those few with tough temperaments had been beaten up or intimidated by him calling in others, and afterwards, they no longer challenged him.
