When a Man Goes to Prison, the Dog Can Only Die!

"Who are you?!"

His identity had suddenly been exposed.

Stunned, Night Demon instinctively swung the short baton in his hand.

Its silver tip shot toward Rorschach's head like a guided dart, pulled by the wire.

Yet Rorschach remained silent, utterly unflustered.

In an instant, the Catachan Combat Knife in his hand whirled at high speed.

It knocked the baton tip flying once again.

Then, Rorschach's Military Boots stomped hard against the ground.

He bent low and charged Night Demon!

Night Demon made the same move.

He rushed head-on toward Rorschach.

However, his movements no longer carried the same effortless grace as before.

A restless anxiety seemed to bind his limbs every moment.

As the distance between them closed, and he received no response whatsoever, Night Demon, seemingly enraged by humiliation, raised his arm and threw a vicious punch!

Bang!

However, Rorschach, already prepared, blocked the attack with his elbow.

A dull impact rang out.

Bang—

Then, the back of the Catachan Combat Knife slammed into Night Demon's shoulder!

Even though Night Demon wore a leather-armored uniform, Rorschach's brute strength was clearly not easy to endure.

Night Demon's body lurched violently, nearly toppling over!

At the same time, Rorschach shot out a hand.

He seized the arm Night Demon was pulling back, trying to retrieve his baton and counterattack.

"Ha!"

Rorschach exhaled sharply and twisted at the waist.

With a powerful throw from behind, he hurled Night Demon's entire body away!

Thud!

Night Demon crashed through countless abandoned shelves.

He hit the ground several meters away, kicking up clouds of dust and trash.

Rorschach narrowed his eyes behind the mask.

He seemed to have discovered Night Demon's weakness!

His absolute strength, born of his physical abilities, was clearly inferior to Rorschach's!

In the blink of an eye, Rorschach strode forward.

Before Night Demon could recover from the pain wracking his body, he charged before the man who was trying to rise and fight again.

Rorschach grabbed the collar of his leather-armored uniform!

His legs tensed, and the muscles throughout his body swelled.

Whoosh—

Using centrifugal force, Rorschach spun half a turn in place.

Then he abruptly let go and threw him!

Night Demon, who had yet to recover from his heavy fall, was sent flying sideways once more!

Flailing his arms, Night Demon barely managed to control his body as he sailed through the air.

He slammed directly into a dilapidated wall.

The impact blasted a pitch-black, bottomless hole through it!

Still silent, Rorschach showed no mercy after gaining the upper hand.

He broke into a run and, in the blink of an eye, charged straight at Night Demon!

Rorschach bent down and hauled up Night Demon, whose nose and mouth had begun to bleed.

The back of his knife rose high, ready to come crashing down like raindrops!

Yet his entire body suddenly stopped moving.

He froze where he stood.

At that moment, Rorschach stared fixedly at the pitch-black, unfathomable breach in the wall.

Through the flashlight beams scattered around the store, and the firelight that had yet to go out, something seemed to loom indistinctly deep within the wall that Night Demon had accidentally smashed open.

It was swaying in the wind!

Uneasy and suspicious, Rorschach casually tossed aside the immobile Night Demon.

He raised the Catachan Combat Knife in his palm.

Turning the blade around, he began hacking frantically at the wall before him, trying to widen the opening.

"Cough."

Night Demon, who had just recovered from his dizziness, struggled to his feet.

He clenched his fists at Rorschach's back.

Just as he was about to speak, the sound waves endlessly echoing in his ears swiftly mapped out the scene inside the wall.

Night Demon froze in place as well.

His entire body stiffened to an unimaginable degree.

It was as though he no longer had the will to compete with Rorschach.

Kaka Ka--

The sound of Rorschach relentlessly hacking at the wall was like invisible nails being driven into Night Demon's heart.

Then, after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Night Demon bent down to pick up his billy club. Without a word, he stepped forward and helped Rorschach tear down the wall.

Five minutes later, the two of them had completely stripped away the entire wall.

And the sight concealed inside it was finally revealed before them!

Inside a hidden storeroom barely twenty square meters in size, countless corpses hung densely packed together, each sealed inside a transparent bag

that had been vacuumed shut!

Although they seemed to have been filled with a large amount of preservatives, the stench of decay still continuously seeped out.

Not even Rorschach's gas mask could block it!

Even more horrifying was the fact that not a single corpse inside those vacuum bags belonged to an adult.

They were all children!

Each one had been cut open and gutted, their organs removed without the incisions being sewn shut. Even their eyeballs had been taken, leaving behind only horrifying sunken cavities!

Rorschach and Night Demon stood there without moving.

At that moment, one of the outermost vacuum bags in the storeroom, clearly hung there only recently, caught Rorschach's attention.

Inside seemed to be a young Black boy born with a malformed hand.

In an instant, Rorschach's fingertips trembled slightly.

He silently raised an arm and hesitated for a moment.

In the end, Rorschach still flipped his combat knife around.

Using the handle, he nudged the hanging corpse and exposed the Black boy's side.

At a glance, the corpse's ear appeared to have been malformed from birth.

There was only a tiny hole.

Expressionless, Rorschach could not help but look away, as though he could not bear to keep looking.

Jerry.

Big Mouth Mike's younger brother, whom he had searched for so desperately.

He had now become a cold, rotting, foul-smelling corpse.

"Heretic!"

In an instant, Rorschach's chest filled with blazing fury.

The tragic fate of the human children

gradually made him resonate with some of the Imperium's ideals from Warhammer.

Heretics and Chaos had to die!

Men went to prison. Dogs only deserved death!

"Chaos!"

Rorschach's forcibly suppressed voice echoed through the empty hall.

It also jolted the dazed Night Demon fully awake.

He took a deep breath.

Then he stepped forward, cradling a child's corpse as he tried to remove it from the hook.

Night Demon's movements were exceedingly gentle.

Like a loving priest baptizing a newborn child.

They were filled with sanctity and compassion.

Rorschach, however, tightened his grip on his combat knife.

Without a word, he walked toward the center of the blood-soaked battlefield.

Rorschach lowered his head and scanned the ground, searching for any corpse that still had a head.

Then, with a flash of his blade, he severed it.

"What are you doing?"

Night Demon's hoarse, low voice came from behind him.

It was full of confusion and incomprehension.

Having just cut off a head, Rorschach did not look back.

His icy voice slowly squeezed out from behind his mask:

"A memorial for the children!"

Before his words had faded, Night Demon slowly knelt, holding a vacuum bag containing a child's corpse.

After gently setting down the body, a prayer from the Bible began to sound in a low voice.

Rorschach carried several heads over and set them down nearby before turning to continue.

Night Demon, who had never killed anyone, did not stop Rorschach's brutal actions.

And the silent Rorschach did not interrupt Night Demon's useless prayers.

At least in that moment, the two men, whose lives had been different

but whose chosen paths seemed to lead to the same destination, were both using the methods they knew best

to comfort the children's lingering souls.

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