...So.
I don’t understand a single thing.
Where I am right now.
Who I am.
What time it is.
What I’m doing.
What I’m tearing apart and eating...
...No.
I remember now.
Pull yourself together.
An abandoned house somewhere along a deserted street.
Roughly 7 p.m.
Eating after a fight.
What I’m tearing apart is... an inhuman existence, something far removed from a human being.
It looks like a pig mixed together with a human.
The arms and legs are clearly human. But the ugly head, the flabby belly, and the short tail on its rear end... those only make it look even stranger, but at its core, it’s a pig.
It was pretty big, too.
Though that didn’t matter much.
It was just another one of those 'monsters' who got drunk on their own power and couldn’t tell front from back.
So where did its life end?
In my stomach.
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