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Caim was leaning towards a wall on one of the "darker" alleyways. He observed as people lived on with their normal lives like anything had ever happened. All of them were busy with work, some over-stressed even. There was a bar right next to where Caim was. A drunkard was thrown out, he tried to stand up but it was hopeless. He just lie on the ground, there was a whisky bottle in his hand. Caim spit on the ground when he looked at the man.

"Pitiful.. pitiful garbage of modern society.. just like me", there was no sympathy in Caim's voice.
"Y-you wa.. wan'ah peice ouf me.. fr-freak?!"
"Ugh.. Never", Caim said with a clear disgust in his voice.

He walked next to the drunkard and kneeled down. He grabbed the man from his throat and thrusted a bone from the middle of his hand. It pierced right through the drunkard's throat, cutting his windpipe in two. It caused a lot of blood to gush out from the drunkard's mouth and throat. Caim let go of the now lifeless body and looked at his hand which had the outward bone. There was simple hate, even revolt, in his eyes. He retracted the bone, closed his fist and stood up.

"You don't deserve to live.. as much as I don't"

A sudden broadcast made Caim turn his head. A lot of people had gathered on an open space, Caim disliked those so he kept his distance.

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