Fuyuki City was somewhat quiet beneath the night sky.
The orange-haired young man dragged along an unconscious little girl. The streets were silent; even the cars seemed to be cooperating with him, avoiding this area entirely.
The poorly maintained streetlights flickered on and off. The orange-haired young man arrived at a house, unlocked the door with a key, and entered.
Everything inside looked utterly miserable. Blood and severed limbs were piled everywhere.
This was not his home, merely a temporary place of entertainment.
As for the owners of this house...
They had already become wonderful "decorations" in the room. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the orange-haired young man shook his head inwardly. If these children would obediently come with him, things would probably be much easier.
Shaking his head, he casually tossed the unconscious little girl aside and walked straight into the room. Looking at the so-called "grimoire" on the table, he curled his lip and casually flung it away.
The magic circle formed from blood on the floor had already dried up, making the orange-haired young man lick his lips.
He headed straight into the kitchen. When he came back out, he had several knives in his hands. They came in all sizes, from a large cleaver to a small fruit knife. Calling it a complete knife collection would not have been an exaggeration.
"Hmm?"
However, when he saw the person who had appeared in the living room at some unknown time, poking the little girl with a finger, the orange-haired young man froze. Yet he showed none of the fear one should have felt upon having one's bloody crimes discovered.
After recovering, he instead curiously studied the bald youth in the living room. His spotless white lab coat was especially conspicuous amid this bloody scene.
A white