Africa, on the savanna.
A dog-shaped creature, completely crimson and capable of walking upright, raced across the grasslands.
At times, he ran on all fours; at others, he walked on two legs.
An antelope ran past him. He suddenly opened his blood-filled maw, and his throat quivered as he let out the cry of an antelope.
Hearing the call, the antelope turned around just in time to see the crimson dog charging toward it. In an instant, he bit through its neck!
He ravenously tore into the antelope's flesh, crushed its bones with his sharp teeth, sucked out its marrow, and devoured its organs.
After gorging himself, the creature reached for his stomach.
Just then, a purple figure suddenly descended from the sky.
The purple figure wore glasses, his pupils violet and his body glowing with purple light. "Thousand Throats, it's time to go home."
The monster called Thousand Throats opened his mouth and spoke in a human voice. "Nairasojin, I've told you many times. I don't like killing people."
Thousand Throats' voice kept changing, shifting from a woman's voice to a man's voice, then into the roar of an animal.
Nairasojin clasped his hands behind his back. "Blindly running away isn't a solution. If you stay away from human society, one day you'll become a beast completely."
Thousand Throats bared his teeth at Nairasojin. "At least then I won't make any terrible mistakes."
Nairasojin shook his head. "What a waste of your ability. You're clearly a predator with the greatest hunting and killing abilities, yet you hide in this deserted grassland to escape reality."
Thousand Throats raised a claw and wiped the blood from his mouth. "Once I enter a hunting state, I lose my mind and can no longer distinguish friend from foe. I won't stop until I've