The brothers rushed back home in a hurry, not noticing that a sinister and deep gaze had been watching them from the dark corners the whole time.
Clad in a black robe, the observer donned a terrifying mask and muttered to himself,
"Brats, disobedient, hehe, brats, disobedient."
Suddenly, a wild cat sprang out of the bushes, and with a swift motion, he captured it.
His hands were pale, well-shaped, with slender and clean fingers; it was evident he had never engaged in hard labor.
He gently stroked the little wild cat's head with these handsome hands, whispering,
"Disobedient, must be punished..."
With a 'snap', he twisted the cat's neck, breaking it on the spot.
It was so sudden that the little wild cat didn't even have a chance to shriek.
The wild cat died just like that, and after touching it softly, he dug a small hole in the ground and carefully buried it.
Though he had done something cruel, his actions were incredibly gentle,
"Sleep, sleep..."
