Howl

Blood gushed from everywhere and madness followed suit.

Fear had just conquered the man in front of him.

But the drunkard paid it no mind.

He felt calm.

Because of the nature of his contract, he knew that his calmness would not last very long.

Before soon, the nightmares would once again begin.

But for now, he had a duty he had to attend to.

He looked at the girl on the floor.

She was the girl that had given him his drinks, he knew.

But that did not matter.

Somebody else could have done it.

However, the owner had asked him to help her.

And he was being paid to do it.

He then started to study his opponent. One could never be too careful, even if your opponent is a literal nobody.

The girl kept looking at the dark night.

He didn't care if she noticed what was about to happen. Or, more importantly, if she started being afraid of him.

"Get away from here, you old drunk," said his opponent.

Let's call him what he truly is.

A rapist.