I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend - Chapter 31

... my own hands, though.

What am I even saying?

Why would I kill a puppy?

It was a bit big to be called a puppy, but still, it trusted me and followed me around.

There’s blood splattered on my hands.

The corpse is disappearing, evaporating into thin air.

Did I kill it?

Why would I do that?

Even though it was a monster, it didn’t attack. It was gentle.

What if it hadn’t been a monster but a person, leaning on my lap?

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