บท 111: Caretaker

Fiercely, the brightly shining crimson-red eyes locked onto the children.

Splash!

The head of the freshly killed man was brutally stamped upon, treated as nothing more than a mere meaty bone. Splashes of meat, eyeballs, and bits of brain couldn't escape the stark gaze of the living children's eyes.

With an icy grace, a celestial beauty cut through the darkness, her presence akin to the radiant beams of the sun.

A face adorned with long crimson hair, outshining even the finest contestants of beauty pageants, was unveiled as delicate yet commanding fingers lifted the pitch-black cape, enveloping her upper half like a regal overcoat.

Leather pants, drawing their hue from the very essence of darkness, hugged her form, complemented by matching boots. Beneath the slowly unfurling cape, an office shirt of identical shade emerged.