crunch, crunch. It's definitely not normal for you to walk down the alley to get home, as you usually do when you see something terrible. Murchina is lying on the ground, twitching slightly, and a boy is bending over him. There is a crunch and blood splatters all over the ground. You step back, and the boy turns to you, stoically looking at you and biting off something that is writhing in his hand. He eats the heart