The vague memories in the beastly mind made him obsessed with a place, and he lived near it. There, he continued to hunt, and as long as there was blood dripping between his teeth, his moral conscience was just a red spot to him, and the hunger and thirst in his body made him completely disregard the identity of the hunting target.

Although he had bowed his head to the beast, memories of the past began to come back. He saw a bearded man in the reflection of his pupils before he bit off the throat of a beggar. The man looked melancholy, with a certain familiar feeling: he had scars on both arms. There were also times when he hunted down lone gang members in the dark alleys, and the smell of the dagger reminded him of the blood flowing from an old knife. Blood trickled from the blade to his hand, and then everything he touched was bloody. Sometimes he thinks of the girl.

And then there was still blood.

He realizes that he has never been able to escape his life, and that no matter what he does, he will not be able to wash away the past. He left too many scars behind that even if he can't remember his past, the city won't fade away. Every time he saw the eyes of the criminals in Zaun—gang bosses, murderers, thieves—he saw himself. The reservoir behind him would inject hatred into his body. His iron claws would tear apart his fingers and stretch outward.

He began to hunt.

Indiscriminate killing is no longer enough for Warwick, who now hunts down those whose hands are already stained with blood. Just like the one who came to Sinjid's door in the first place.

He still wondered if all this was what he wanted. He had forgotten a lot of details, but the parts he remembered were enough. He remembered that Sinjid was right - that the good guy was just a lie, and the catastrophe had exposed the lie and revealed the naked truth.

He's Warwick. He's a killer.

And there are so many killers in the world, waiting for him to hunt them.

I found her near the Black Alley, where businessmen and thieves do business. Anything can be sold, it's all stolen. I could kill them all.

They think they can hide their evil deeds by hiding in the shadows, they can hide the cold light of the dagger, they can hide the dirty deals, and I can smell the faint smell of wine from the mouths of the homeless people on the other side of this ruined city.

I know their sins. I can taste it.

Then I saw her. She was picking up a message, and she was met by Baron Spino's man, with a face full of flesh and scars. She put the message into the pipe. Then he whispered something to her.

I didn't even expect this guy to be able to speak and even write. All I had heard was his screams before. The last time we met, I took one of his legs. Now his prosthetic limbs are rusty.

He passed a few silver wheels in his fat palm, and she reached out to take them. The coin in the shape of a gear makes a crisp sound and smells of blood. This pain is passed from one person to the next. If you want to get something in this city, it doesn't matter how many silver wheels you have. Pain is the hard currency here.

There was one person in my memory who knew a lot about this—a lot of blood and a silver wheel—but that person was no longer there.

I howled, and the two of them were startled and shrunk. My augmentation glowed a vicious green, and even the shadows seemed to flinch. The girl glanced at it and turned to run, but did not run deeper into the alley. She was a messenger after all, and she climbed up quickly into the darkness, and the path she chose was almost unattainable.

Fear. It's fast, but it's weak. A voice tube with the seal of the Alchemy Baron. The gang will definitely be lured out by her.

It's perfect......

I started hunting.

We ran as fast as we could, the city reduced to a blur, my claws piercing through the smoke, jumping over rooftops in search of a place to stay, chasing the microphone messenger. I carved a path through the city with my claws, like a wound, flowing with the venom of alchemy technology, gathering into puddles in the alleys.

She turned around and jumped over a cart with tinctures. She knew the city almost as well as I did. She knew where I wanted to push her. Away from the safety of shelter, to the danger zone that the messengers fear most, only the haze can escape.

I need to remind her that I am scarier than what awaits her in the dark. I landed right in front of her and yelled angrily, grabbing a steam pipe along the way. She hesitated, but it didn't take long for her to turn and run down. That's the direction I want her to go.

She struggled to climb the high wall and slid down the slide to the ground, and I could hear her rapid gasps. She was praying to the Goddess of the Wind to save her. Maybe I should pray for her too. The beast inside me wants more than just killing. It wants to eat meat.

I can kill her now, easily. I felt the tips of my claws stretch outward, craving for flesh. I had forgotten why I had left her alive until I had pressed closer. She staggered over a railing, then looked back at me, and I saw my own reflection in her eyes.

Her eyes filled with tears.

This scene...... So familiar.

I slowed down, howled into the darkness, and drove the girl forward. She jumped down into the labyrinth of the ancient system of sound transmission pipes. I continued to follow behind, and she entered a dead end, and I hid far behind.

The girl thought I was going to kill her. Thought my fangs were at her throat. But she's just bait. She will lure my real prey here.

Those who took her as prey.

"Oops, look what's coming out of the haze. "A gang member came out of the shadows. He and his accomplices surrounded the girl, the blades in their hands reflecting the last bits of light in the pit. I know the rags they wear. Gray Spikes. A dead man with whom he had some friendship in the past.

Same scene, different girls......

I chased away the memories. I don't want to recall.

"I know you," said one of the Grey Spikes, who wore many rings on her face. "You're running errands for Bergen, aren't you? What did the pervert say to you again? Is there anything you don't want us to know?" she laughed and tapped the microphone with her dagger.

"Please spare me, you don't understand!" the girl sobbed as she looked at the gray corner behind her, trying to escape.

"You don't get it either," said the gang leader. "We're going to have some fun. ”

I hesitated for a moment, and the bully knocked the tube out of the girl's hand.