He strides toward his house carrying a log in one hand, but the door is wide open. His expression instantly hardens; he drops the wood and grips his axe tightly. Fuck... what a pain.

He marches into the house without a hint of fear. His footsteps are bold and heavy. Noticing his bedroom door is open, he enters to find a girl who has turned the room into a mess, rummaging through his bag.

The veins in his neck bulge. Consumed by rage, he approaches with the intent to kill, but the moment he raises his axe, his eyes shut at the sight of her pitifully thin body. It would be easier if she were one of those monsters. Maybe ending her life as a human now would be less painful than living in this world.