Yarn, a stern city.
Tonight, on the night of the hunt, its merciless side is highlighted even more.
Beastified citizens roam the streets in groups, each holding a weapon, unable to tell whether they are hunting beasts or have become beasts themselves.
One beastified citizen slowed his pace slightly, accidentally leaving the group.
The next moment, a pair of large hands reached out from the shadows by the street, tightly covering his mouth. With a "crack," his neck was snapped before he could make a sound, and his powerless body was dragged into the shadows.
Soon followed the sound of flesh being sliced.
"Ugh..."
A beastified citizen in the front of the group turned back curiously, the slicing sound instantly halted.
He watched for a while, seemingly noticing nothing strange, then turned back and continued walking forward.
