The tattooed man felt that he must have offended someone.
Since that day when he came home, finding a toy cat covered in ketchup on the bed, the suspicious patterns on the wooden closet that resembled some sort of animal footprint, and the deep scratches on the closet, the tattooed man had begun to ponder about whom he had offended.
There were too many suspicious subjects. After all, people like him that crush other people's places were bound to be in Dutch with someone. Especially with the recent conflicts between the few forces, all of them were possible suspects. Nevertheless, who would do such a thing was not something that could be made sure of in a jiffy. When all was said and done, those people's means were much bloodier and certainly would not only use tomato sauce.
People around here?
