Thinking about the boss and the agitated kids, Irwiz sneered inside his mind.
These children probably didn't know such a monster was beside them.
Recalling the fierce inhumane aura he felt before, his body couldn't help but shudder in fear once more. Such fierceness and madness was something he hadn't witnessed before - ever.
Had he not taken care of the problem, he felt it was likely that they would be dead by today.
Thinking about the boss, Irwiz looked at his hand.
It was a wonder how he was able to snap out of it quickly and even kill him with his hand.
'Hmm?' just then, he noticed that a part of his palm had a trace of dried blood on it.
'I have now spilled blood on my hands huh...' as the image of killing the boss and taking a human life flashed repeatedly inside his mind, Irwiz didn't feel nauseous or even disgusted.
Instead, he felt as if he had been liberated from something - the shackles of human rights and the basic morality one had to upkeep seemed to be broken inside his mind.
Irwiz felt as if he had become a monster, something inhumane.
To take someone's life so easily; maybe a part of it had been influenced by the fear he felt from the boss's monstrous glare, or the constant alertness and worry of punishment he felt from the system.
However, he clearly remembered as the last light of life escaped from the boss's eyes, even as he thrashed violently and threw Irwiz's small body around.
At that moment, there have been no sensation of remorse inside his mind. Instead, it felt just like an everyday action.
As if he got up from bed, as if he had cooked breakfast and ate it. There was nothing unusual or special about it...
'This feeling' as Irwiz contemplated the wrongful murder inside his mind, he remembered his last moments on earth.
The devilish angelic monster interrogating him, asking about various things.
At that moment, he felt as if he had lost control of his conscious free wil, answering the interrogation with whatever that was true inside his mind.
Although his display then wasn't that extreme, he had still felt shocked by the answers he blurted out from the deepest parts of his mind - the clear disregard of human life.
It was obvious that inside him, the true him felt not a lot of affection for humans in general.
Well, it was not surprising. He had contemplated about life and the world many times before - and the him from that moment had been built up by countless hours of contemplation and debating inside his mind.
Humans, in essence, were very sinful creatures. Irwiz didn't feel much obligation nor compulsion to treat them as equal beings.
Truth is, every human is born of different status.
What happened tonight was clearly because it was either a situation of him, or the boss. At that moment at that place, Irwiz just happened to be the superior one claiming the inferior's life.
He once again looked at the dried blood around the edges of his ring finger. He felt that he had made note not to leave any evidence on himself.
Clearly, he did an incomplete job.
Still, he didn't feel troubled. Instead, as Irwiz looked at the direct evidence of the loss of human life on his hands, his mouth slightly curved upwards, forming a grin.
He had truly moved on to another world.
...
The night passed uneventfully, except the constant anxiety and stress of the children.
That night, not even the two uncles came to the shelter. The boss had said they had something to do, but since the werewolf got the boss, had it also claimed the two uncles?
This thought revolved around all of the children's minds.
Now that all the adults didn't come, what do they do now? There was no one to guide them anymore.
They also couldn't go to the authorities and report yesterday's event. After all, the law enforcers here treated slums' orphans very badly.
It wasn't far-fetched to say the children would instead be beaten as punishment for 'maybe' stealing food.
So, they didn't have any active solution to this problem. They could only wait passively.
Yet, one voice stood strong among the children.
"Everyone, let's wait for Uncle Rey and Uncle John to come until tomorrow. They are still alive, just yet to return" it was Koeth's voice.
He was the only one not afflicted by desperation entirely.
Afterwards, he suggested that they go outside to complete their daily hunt. After all, waiting hopelessly didn't change anything. His idea was that they should at least wait dutifully, fulfilling their roles, just in case the two uncles or the boss comes.
Unfortunately, it was a very unpopular idea.
Although the werewolf doesn't come out while the sun is still up, what if the boss comes while they are away?
Maybe the boss would take the children he saw and then move from this place; such illogical fear had taken every kid's mind.
Also, the boss disappearing was like a pillar inside their mind collapsing; they no longer had any bravery left to go out.
At this rate, they might just have to revert back to their previous lives - orphans who scavenged the street for any food.
Their future had seemingly turned for the worse.
Although everyone was hungry, no one went out. They were quite used to this after all - food only once every 3 days. Since they just had a hearty meal yesterday evening, they could go without food for some time.
As time went by, the children had all resorted to their personal things.
Two girls played with dolls, one boy was drawing characters with chalk he found before, two boys and one girl had gathered up to talk about fairytales, and the remaining two boys were playing with each other, sometimes doing pushups.
Irwiz was the only one isolated. He neither approached others, and nor did others approach him.
He had thought many times about leaving this shelter. At some point, he had decisively decided to head out. It was approaching evening by then.
However, just as he heads to the door, and move his hand to open the door, something takes him by surprise.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Three resounding knocks before him. Irwiz had frozen in place.
Thinking it was one of the adults returning, one of the children immediately jolts before the door in delight.
They didn't even ask who was knocking, instead immediately opening the door.
However, was greeted Irwiz and the children's view was neither of the familiar faces. Instead, the person even seemed to immediately strike fear within them.
In front of the door stood a black robed male, with wrinkles on the face indicating their middle age. However, that was not the shocking part.
In place of their left eye, their pupil could no longer be seen, being all white, while their right eye seemed to have a large scar running through it to the man's neck.
"Where is Pober?" the man's voice was deep and hoarse.