Chapter 93
"Why?"
The man asked, voice barely more than a whisper. He was too broken—physically and mentally drained—to speak properly. His bloodshot eyes trembled with the weight of despair as he stared up at the monster in human skin.
The figure before him only grinned wider, shadows dancing across his twisted expression.
"Simple," the man replied coldly, voice laced with amusement.
"You were all prey… and I'm the predator that came to claim his hunt."
The dying man's eyes flickered with pain—and something else. Regret.
Regret for ever admiring this thing. Regret for once calling this monster a role model.
"You'll regret this…" he muttered, the fire in his voice flickering back to life for one last moment. "You'll get what's coming to you… Buster."
The name hung in the air like a curse.
And then—CRACK.
His skull was crushed in Buster's palm like wet clay.
The body dropped limply to the ground.
