"So weak...". Igris looked down at what remained man he'd butchered on the floor in a pool of blood.
He was squatting beside the corpse in the dark room and drawing circles on the ground with the blood dripping off his claws.
No matter what little things he did to them, they ended up dying so easily - barely even screaming enough before they did. Humanity must have been a failed species.
This was the third house today and none had met up to expectations...
"Weak weak weak!". His golden eyes narrowed when blood touched his left shoe from behind. It seemed the carcass of the remaining four members of the family had begun to stink to an extent.
At this rate, he might not be able to find a pet to take back to Vggladilsia.