Kaito shocked couldn't abole to register to his brain what just happened
His eyes were observing everything slowly, picking slowly what just happened
His brain stopped working. His legs felt weak, but he didn't fall. He just stood there, staring at the space where his cat had been only seconds ago.
"…No."
The word came out like a breath, not a voice.
The kitchen was silent again.Too silent.
Kaito's hands trembled slowly as reality finally hit him—Dora was gone.
After that, he didn't scream.
There was no panic. No sudden breath.Kaito just became silent.
His shoulders dropped slightly. His hands stopped shaking. It was as if something inside him had switched off. His face relaxed, calm in a way that felt wrong—like he believed he was still in control.
The kitchen stood frozen around him.
Then lightning struck.
White light ripped through the window, filling the room for a split second. Thunder followed, loud and violent.
Kaito didn't move.He didn't blink.He didn't flinch.
He stood there like a statue, eyes empty, staring at nothing.
Lightning struck again.And again.
Outside, the rain began to fall hard. The sky turned dark, heavy, broken. Rain crashed down in thick sheets, the sound growing louder, angrier. Lightning came and went, tearing the sky open again and again.
Still, Kaito didn't react.
Slowly—very slowly—he turned.
His footsteps were quiet as he walked out of the kitchen. Water dripped from the ceiling behind him, but he didn't look back. His movements were steady, almost calm, like he had already accepted everything.
He opened the door.
Cold rain and wind rushed in.
Kaito stepped outside.
Rain hit his face immediately, soaking his hair, his clothes, running down his skin. Lightning flashed above him, lighting his face for a moment—dark, blank, completely empty. There was no anger. No sadness. No fear.
Nothing.
He walked forward into the storm.
The rain grew heavier. The road shined under the lightning, water flowing like veins across the ground. Thunder shook the air, but Kaito kept walking, head straight, eyes unfocused.
He looked heartless.Not because he chose to be—but because there was nothing left inside him to feel.
After some time, he stopped.
He stood outside a medicine shop.
The same place where he bought the serum for his cat .
The board sign flashed under the lightning. Rain poured down around him, cold and endless. Kaito stared at the shop doors, water dripping from his face, his expression unchanged.
Silent.Empty. beyond reaction.
The storm continued.
All of a sudden, the shop's light went out.
The bright white glow died, leaving only darkness behind the glass. Rain reflected the broken light from the street as thunder rolled above.
The shop door opened.
A man stepped out, holding an umbrella in one hand and a small bunch of keys in the other. He reached for the shutter, ready to close the shop and escape the storm.
Then he noticed someone standing there.
A young man, soaked from head to toe, standing completely still in the rain.
The shopkeeper frowned and spoke calmly, trying to sound normal.
"You'll catch a fever if you stay out in the rain," he said.Then, more casually, "Do you need something? I'm about to close."
The rain answered instead.
Kaito didn't speak.
He started walking forward—slowly.
Each step was steady. Heavy. His eyes were locked onto the shopkeeper's face, sharp and empty. No emotion. No hesitation. No fear.
The shopkeeper felt it.
Something was wrong.
"Hey—what do you want—" he started again.
Before the sentence could end, Kaito grabbed his neck.
The umbrella fell.The keys hit the ground.
The shopkeeper gasped, his breath cut short as Kaito pushed him backward with sudden force, dragging him inside the shop. His back hit the wall hard. Air refused to enter his lungs.
He clawed at Kaito's hand, panic exploding in his chest.
"W-what do you want?" he forced out, voice shaking.
Kaito answered by slamming him into the wall again.
The shelves rattled. Bottles shook. The shopkeeper's vision blurred as he struggled to breathe, his heart pounding wildly, fear flooding his mind. For a moment, he truly thought he was going to die.
Then—
A punch.
It hit his face hard, snapping his head to the side. Before he could react, another followed. And another. The sounds were dull and heavy, swallowed by the storm outside.
Kaito's face never changed.
No anger.No rage.Only emptiness.
Slowly blood came out of his nose and face . His face filled with scratches of punch .
The shopkeeper tried to block, raising his arms , but his movements were slow , confused, desperate. His mind couldn't keep up.
Kaito grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the medicine cabinet.Glass shattered.
The impact sent shock through his body. His thoughts scattered. Blood stars to burst out of his face and head . His condition was so bad that he couldn't even speak he slowly spoke with what it left of him " please let me live" .
But that sound didn't flick kaitos emotion at all
Kaito threw him to the ground.
The shopkeeper hit the floor hard, air bursting from his lungs. Before he could move, Kaito sat on him, pinning him down completely.
The punches started again.
Heavy.Relentless.
"Why?" Kaito shouted.
Punched .
"Why?"Punched .
"WHY?"
Each word came louder, colder, empty of emotion. Rain thundered outside as if answering him. The shopkeeper could barely hear anymore. His arms fell. His vision darkened. he fell unconscious
Kaito sat on the shopkeeper's belly, his knees pressing down to keep the man pinned. His fists were raised.
Then they stopped.
His hands froze in the air.
The shopkeeper was already unconscious. But Kaito didn't move. His expression turned cold, empty, like his body was there but his mind had left.
Outside, lightning flashed.
For a second, the entire shop became white.
Then thunder crashed, loud enough to shake the glass shelves. Rain poured heavily, hammering the windows like thousands of fingers.
And in that moment—
a memory hit Kaito's head.
Hard.
Not like a normal thought.
It felt like someone forced a door open inside his brain.
His eyes widened slightly.
The world around him blurred.
The medicine shop faded.
And suddenly…
he was somewhere else.
The smell of disinfectant filled the air.
Bright white lights covered the ceiling. The floor was clean, almost shining. Kaito stood in a small vet clinic room, holding Dora close to his chest.
Dora's fur was warm, soft, and she looked tired. Her ears were low, her eyes half-open. She didn't fight. She just leaned into Kaito like she trusted him completely.
A veterinarian stood in front of them, wearing gloves. He gently checked Dora's body, pressing lightly around her stomach and chest. Dora meowed weakly.
The vet's face was calm.
"It's not serious," he said. " i am injecting her a medicine and prescribing you a serum just push it on her tomorrow after dinner .
Then the doctor pushed out a liquid from a serum and injected into dora .
Dora didn't move just meawed gently.
Then kaito asked
"Will she be okay?"
The vet nodded.
"Yes," he replied. "If you inject it properly, she will .
The vet handed him a small paper .
Kaito looked carefully, his eyes fixed on every word.
Then the memory moved again.
Kaito stood outside a medicine store, holding a small bag in his hand. The bag was light inside it there was the serum and the injection
Dora was in her carrier, quiet.
Then the memory moved again
A park.
Trees swayed gently in the wind. The path inside was empty . The street noise became quieter here, replaced by the soft sound of leaves moving.
Dora was running around on the park and playing by herself. Kaito was sitting on the bench holding on to the serum reading the instructions which labeled on it carefully.
A man suddenly rushed into the park.
His footsteps were fast and uneven, like he was running from something. His breathing was heavy. He stopped at the entrance and turned his head sharply, staring back at the road.
His eyes moved left.
Then right.
Nothing.
No one followed.
For a second, he stood still, listening.
Only the sound of wind through the trees.
The man let out a deep breath of relief.
"…Good," he muttered.
He adjusted his grip on the secured suitcase in his hand and walked into the park quickly, staying close to the trees as if he didn't want to be seen.
The suitcase looked expensive and strange—black metal edges, strong locks, and a tight handle. It didn't look like something meant for normal people.
The man reached a quiet spot near a bench. He bent down and placed the suitcase on the ground carefully, like it was fragile.
Then he looked around again.
His jaw tightened.
"Hurry…" he whispered.
His fingers moved fast as he unlocked the case. Click. Click. The sound of the locks opening felt too loud in the silent park.
He lifted the lid.
Inside were small glass containers, neatly placed. Cold vapor escaped slightly, as if the inside was kept at a low temperature.
The man reached in and took out a small vial.
A serum.
The liquid inside was pale and faintly glowing under the streetlamp light. The man held it up and stared at it with serious eyes, almost nervous.
At that moment—
Dora was sitting nearby.
Her brown fur looked soft under the dim light, and her round eyes were wide with curiosity. She stared at the man's hands, watching every small movement like it was a toy.
The man didn't notice her.
He was too focused.
He leaned closer to the suitcase again, checking the vial, checking the syringe, checking everything twice.
Then—
Kaito's voice came from behind.
"Dora," he called calmly. "Come on. It's time to go home."
Kaito walked closer, holding his own medicine bag in one hand. His face looked tired, but relaxed.
Dora didn't move.
She kept staring at the strange man.
Kaito noticed.
He smiled slightly.
"What are you doing?" he murmured, amused.
He stepped closer and bent down, reaching his hand out.
"I'll carry you," he said softly.
Dora's ears twitched, but her eyes stayed locked on the man and the suitcase.
Kaito's hand was just about to touch her fur—
A loud bark suddenly exploded through the park.
"WOOF! WOOF!"
A street dog rushed out from between the trees. Its fur was dirty, its eyes sharp, and its barking was loud and aggressive as it ran toward Dora.
Dora froze.
Her ears stood up.
Then she panicked.
With a frightened meow, she jumped straight onto Kaito's arm.
Kaito flinched hard.
"Ah—Dora!"
At the same time, the dog kept barking, jumping forward like it wanted to scare her more.
Kaito lifted his free hand and waved it at the dog.
"Hey! Get back!" he shouted.
The man with the suitcase also stepped back suddenly. His face tightened with fear, and he lifted his foot as if ready to kick the dog away.
"Get away!" the man snapped angrily.
But the dog didn't stop.
It barked again, louder.
Both Kaito and the man were focused on the dog now, trying to push it away.
And in that moment of distraction—
Kaito's grip loosened.
The serum vial in his hand slipped.
At the same time, the man's hand shook slightly, and his own vial also slid out of his fingers.
Both vials dropped.
Time felt slow.
The glass containers spun in the air, reflecting the streetlamp light like small shining bullets.
Then they hit the ground.
CLINK!
CLINK!
They didn't break.
They bounced and rolled across the park path, spinning fast.
The dog barked again, stepping closer.
Dora clung tightly to Kaito's arm, trembling.
Kaito raised his hand again, trying to scare the dog away.
"Go away! Get lost!" he shouted.
The man did the same, stepping forward with anger.
"Move!" he yelled.
But the dog only backed off slightly, still barking.
Meanwhile, the two vials kept rolling.
One vial rolled toward Kaito's left side, sliding close to his shoe.
The other vial rolled toward the man, spinning near his leg.
Both men noticed at the same time.
Their eyes snapped downward.
Kaito bent quickly, reaching for the vial near his foot.
The man also bent down, reaching for the vial near his shoe.
At the same moment, the dog barked again, forcing both of them to move their hands fast.
Kaito grabbed the vial near him without looking.
The man grabbed the vial near him without checking.
Then both stood up quickly.
Kaito kept waving his hand at the dog, still trying to protect Dora.
The man stepped back, still watching the dog with a tense face.
Neither of them noticed what had happened.
The memory shifted again.
The park disappeared like smoke.
And Kaito was back inside the medicine shop.
He saw his knees were pressing down on the shopkeeper's chest. The man beneath him was already unconscious, his head turned to the side, blood on his face, his mouth half-open like he couldn't breathe properly.
The shop lights flickered weakly above.
Outside, rain hammered the windows.
Lightning flashed.
And in that flash, Kaito's mind suddenly connected something.
The vial.
The park.
The dog.
The fall.
His eyes widened slightly.
His breathing stopped for a second.
The serum…
His brain didn't fully understand it, but the thought hit him like a knife.
It exchanged…
His fists trembled.
Then his face twisted, not in sadness, not in guilt—just confusion mixed with emptiness.
Kaito raised his fist and punched the floor beside the shopkeeper's head as hard as he could.
BAM!
The tiles didn't crack . The sound echoed through the shop.
He screamed, his voice raw and broken.
"WHYYYYY?!"
The shout mixed with the thunder outside, as if the storm was answering him.
But after the scream, there was nothing.
No tears.
No shaking.
No guilt.
No regret.
Only silence inside him.
His eyes stared forward, empty.
His brain felt completely blank, like someone had erased everything except the pain of understanding.
Slowly, Kaito stood up.
His movements were heavy, slow, like his body was full of stone. Blood dripped from his knuckles and wrists, mixing with rainwater that had followed him inside earlier.
His hands looked red.
Wet.
His shirt was stuck to his skin.
He looked down at the unconscious shopkeeper one last time.
His eyes were calm.
Tired.
Then he turned away.
His footsteps were slow as he walked through the shop. Glass shards crunched softly under his shoes. Medicine bottles lay scattered across the floor, some broken, some rolling slightly when his foot brushed them.
The shop smelled sharp—alcohol, chemicals, blood, and damp air.
Cold wind slammed into him immediately.
Rain hit his face like needles.
Outside, the storm had grown heavier. The street was flooded with water, and the streetlights looked blurry behind the curtain of rain.
Lightning sparked across the sky.
For a second, the whole road turned white.
Then darkness returned.
Kaito stepped outside without hesitation.
His shoes splashed into water. The rain soaked his hair completely, dripping down his cheeks, his neck, his arms. His blood-stained hands looked darker under the storm light.
He walked slowly.
One step.
Then another.
Thunder roared above him.
Cars were gone.
No people were passing by at the storm
The street felt empty, like the whole city had disappeared.
Only rain remained.
Kaito's face didn't change.
His eyes stayed forward.
His expression stayed blank.
Not angry.
Not sad.
Just nothing.
After a long walk, he finally reached home.
He stood in front of the door for a moment, staring at it like it belonged to someone else. His breathing was quiet, almost calm, even while the storm screamed around him.
Then he lifted his hand.
His wrist was wet and red, rain mixing with blood.
His fingers wrapped around the door handle.
Cold metal.
He pulled.
The door opened with a long creak.
Creeeek…
The sound felt louder because the street was empty.
Rain and wind rushed in behind him, making the hallway inside look darker than usual. The sound of thunder followed him like it was chasing him.
Kaito stepped inside.
Shoes still on.
Water dripping onto the floor.
The door slowly closed behind him.
thud…
The house became quiet.
But not peaceful.
The storm outside still roared through the walls, shaking the windows.
Kaito stood still for a second.
Then he walked forward.
His wet shoes left dark footprints across the floor.
Drip… drip… drip…
The sound of water falling from his clothes echoed in the hallway.
The lights of the kitchen were already on
The moment Kaito stepped into the kitchen, the smell hit him first.
A thick, metallic smell.
Old blood.
The room was covered in it.
Blood had splashed across the walls, the cabinets, the ceiling. Some of it had dried into dark brown stains, cracked like dried mud. Other parts were still sticky, clinging to the floor tiles and the edges of the table legs.
The kitchen looked wrong.
Like it wasn't a kitchen anymore.
Like it had become a crime scene.
Pieces of Dora's body were everywhere.
Small torn parts stuck to the corners of the room. Some were hanging from the cabinet handles. Some were pressed into the wall like they had been thrown there with force. A few pieces had dried to the floor, stuck like glue.
Even the ceiling had stains.
The light above was still on, but it felt weak in this room. The white light only made the blood look darker.
Almost black.
Outside, the storm kept raging.
Wind slammed against the windows again and again.
THUMP… THUMP…
The glass vibrated slightly, making a low shaking sound. The curtains moved even though the windows were closed. Rain kept hitting the glass nonstop.
The atmosphere felt heavy.
Silent.
Like the room itself was holding its breath.
Kaito stood there for a few seconds.
His clothes were soaked. Water dripped from his hair, falling onto the blood-stained floor.
Drip… drip…
But his face didn't change.
His eyes were cold.
Blank.
He didn't gasp.
He didn't flinch.
He didn't even look surprised.
It was like his brain refused to accept what he was seeing.
Without thinking, he walked forward.
His shoes stepped into the dried blood and made a quiet sticky sound.
He reached for the cleaning stick leaning near the corner. His hand grabbed it firmly, almost automatically, like his body had already decided what to do.
He pulled out a bucket.
Filled it with water.
The tap ran loudly in the silent kitchen.
SSSSHHHH…
The water hit the bucket, mixing with the smell of blood.
Kaito didn't react.
He dipped the mop into the water and began cleaning.
Slowly.
First the floor.
He pushed the mop forward, dragging it across the tiles. The mop turned red instantly. Blood mixed with water, spreading into thin dark streams.
He kept moving it.
Left.
Right.
Forward.
Back.
The sound of the mop scraping against the floor was steady and dull.
shhh… shhh… shhh…
Thunder crashed outside.
The window shook again.
But Kaito didn't stop.
He cleaned like a machine.
His face stayed empty.
His eyes stayed tired and dry, staring downward with no emotion.
After the floor, he began picking up the pieces.
One by one.
He opened a plastic bag and held it in his left hand. With his right hand, he picked up the dried parts carefully.
A torn piece from the wall.
A piece from the table leg.
A small part stuck near the cabinet.
Each time he dropped them into the bag, the sound was soft.
thuk… thuk…
The bag became heavier.
The smell became worse.
Kaito's fingers trembled slightly when he peeled some pieces off the wall, because they were stuck hard. The dried blood held them tightly, like the room didn't want to let them go.
He scraped them off anyway.
Slow.
Careful.
Silent.
Outside, wind kept pressing against the window, making it creak again.
Creeeek…
Rain continued falling like endless footsteps.
Kaito kept working.
He wiped the counter.
He cleaned the chair legs.
He mopped again.
Again.
Again.
Until the water in the bucket turned completely dark.
He changed it and continued.
His movements never became faster.
Never became slower.
Just the same steady pace.
Like he wasn't cleaning a kitchen.
Like he was erasing something.
When he finally gathered the last piece, he tied the plastic bag tightly.
His hands were stained red.
Water dripped from his sleeves.
The kitchen was cleaner now, but the dark stains still remained in places, like shadows that couldn't be removed.
Kaito stood in the middle of the room, holding the bag.
Lightning flashed outside.
For a second, the entire kitchen lit up.
And in that light, his face looked even colder.
Even emptier.
Like nothing inside him was alive anymore.