Fire Cart tore Doctor Satomi's throat open with one swipe. Doctor Satomi clamped both hands over it, but blood poured freely between his fingers, staining the chest of his white coat red.
"Meow-hahaha!"
Fire Cart laughed hideously and casually tossed Doctor Satomi onto the rooftop.
Grace hurried over to him, her expression grave.
With bleeding this severe, Doctor Satomi would be dead in just a few minutes.
But they were at a hospital. If he received emergency treatment immediately, there might still be time.
But...
Grace looked up at Fire Cart, bobbing up and down amid the flames. This Monster probably would not let her have her way.
Meanwhile, heavy footsteps came from the rooftop stairwell. The walking corpses had followed them up, filing out of the stairway entrance.
Although the corpses moved sluggishly and were sparsely scattered with large gaps between them, making it look as though they could force their way through, Grace knew full well that this was only an illusion. If they approached with Doctor Satomi, the corpses would swarm them.
"Just wait a little. Once this mortal stops breathing, Kurokawa's soul will naturally peel away," Fire Cart said with a savage grin, his tone steeped in bloodlust.
Far away at headquarters, the senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department, who were closely monitoring the situation, fell silent as well.
"Isn't Fire Cart a messenger of Hell? Then shouldn't he be a Monster who punishes evil, rewards good, and accumulates merit through good deeds? Why is he so savage?" someone asked.
"Fire Cart is actually a kind of cat Monster. Cats are extremely cruel to prey weaker than themselves."
"Fire Cart was never a Monster friendly toward humans," the Monster folklore scholar replied. "Although legends say he is ordered to take human corpses away from funerals,