“Dang, squirt, what messed you up . . . ?”

You don’t want to open your eyes. You’re afraid that if you do, you’ll see that horrible monster again. That horrible monster that laughed at you and sunk its claws into you. You’re afraid of those claws, those teeth. That pain you felt.

But you do anyway. Dots prick at the sides of yours eyes as you look up, splayed out on the ground, at the two tall figures above you.

One, with deep blue eyes, speaks in a calm, sad tone. “How unfortunate . . . such a weak, tiny human . . ."

The other, with bright amber eyes, cuts in gleefully “Hah! It’s already half-dead! Perhaps we should finish it off, Aizetsu!”