"Oh! This heart has a hole in it! Poor thing..."
"Hm? There's something wrong with your heart, its color doesn't look good."
"Ah? This one's so fresh."
"Justice Pan" strolled leisurely through the crowd.
No one could see his movements clearly.
No one knew what he had actually done.
But as he passed by,
everyone he walked past,
had an additional hole in their chest.
A tiny hole.
And in the hands of "Justice Pan," there would also appear a fresh, beating heart. Until the heart was freshly ripped out, it seemed not to have realized it had been 'cuckolded' by "Justice Pan," still beating for half a minute.
"Justice Pan" looked intoxicated.
In others' eyes, he did not seem like a madman at that moment.
But rather a demon.
A bloodthirsty demon.
A demon intoxicated by the fragrance of blood, feasting upon it!
"Ahhh!"