Inside the metal hut, the one-armed girl who was locked to the wall had long since descended into chaos.
She watched helplessly as the relatives and friends she grew up with were pierced through the chest and slaughtered to the last.
She also watched helplessly as her arm was seized by an axe and mercilessly chopped off.
She knew she would never again hear the scrawny declarations of love from the boy next door.
For he was dead, his neck broken, his face twisted in agony as he lay before her. If only he had kept hiding, there might have been hope to survive…
She also knew she would never again get to paint her nails with that long-awaited nail polish from Giant City.
Because all her limbs would be chopped off and flayed in front of her eyes to be made into some sort of weapon.
She knew her fate was to become a human tool, continuing to bring profit to these beasts.
The future was pitch-black, with only despair.
She wanted to die, she really wanted to die...
