C67 He then saw his prey

The child didn't even have time to make a sound as the knife cut through most of his neck, leaving only a layer of flesh. The head was like a broken cotton peach, drooping into the pot. A fresh rush of hot blood poured far away. A tender and innocent life was ended by me just like that.

Sometimes, humans and devils were one step apart.

The smell of blood made me sick. With trembling hands