A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

Knock knock,

dong dong!

Inhale~ Exhale~

The moment my gaze fell upon the scarlet marking on the German Shepherd's head.

Roy could hear his heartbeat.

That was the sound of his heart fluttering.

Since awakening his innate wisdom, Roy had fantasized countless times whether the activation of the Witcher panel relied on its most literal word—Witcher!

But for months

The female nymph is marked as human, the vampire is marked as human, the ghoul is marked as human, and damn it, even the griffin is marked as human!

Is it that all things have vanished, and all ghosts have become people?

To be honest, he knew that the evil in people's hearts was greater than that of ghosts.

But he couldn't just kill someone on the spot just to verify his thoughts!

After all, as anyone who frequently commits murder knows, killing is easy, but disposing of the body is difficult.

How do I clean up the beginning and end? What if I killed the wrong one? What if there's no reaction after killing it?

However, all these concerns and constraints crumbled upon seeing this German Shepherd.

It's a dog!

It's not human!

Even if they are supposedly humanity's best partner,

Even though Roy usually liked the Border Collie at home,

But Roy had waited too long.

Roy was already quite impatient.

Heroy,

can not wait anymore!

Kill it!

A voice arose in his mind.

"Kill it; killing it might activate the panel."

Even his reason endorsed this, and he cheered it on.

"Kill it, kill it, and Jennifer's situation might be resolved differently."

His emotions began to shift from that point on.

"Kill it, kill it and everything will change for the better."

Finally, all the voices in Roy's heart united:

Kill it!

Kill it!

"kill!"

……

Meanwhile, Lyson, wielding a heavy dog ​​catcher, noticed Roy's stiffness and saw his trembling...

"Kid, if you're really scared, you don't have to come along. Just stand at the cage door, use your shield to block the dog's escape route," Leisen advised.

He hadn't expected Roy to do much.

After all, only an idiot would expect a free employee to do more work than a high-paid manager.

"It's not just fear, sir, it's also a bit of excitement," Roy replied.

Leisen looked over in surprise, and then saw two crazed red eyes.

Leisen paused for a moment, not saying much, but inwardly he couldn't help but think:

"Those eyes, like a coyote's, like a beast's, a bit sinister!"

……

"Alright, kid, if you're not that scared, come in with me. But remember, don't let your excitement ruin things. We're not here to beat up dogs; we're here to bring back a fearsome hero, even if that hero's time to die is over..."

Leisen spoke very softly at the end.

It felt like a warning, and also like sorrow!

Roy was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

A German Shepherd, with a gun pointed at him by the sheriff, under Lyson's watchful eye, and marked as a werewolf in the process of transformation...

Is he a hero?

……

While Roy was still in a daze, a girl covered in bandages walked out of the building, holding a hot dog and calling to the German Shepherd:

"Cocky, good boy, come over here, Cocky, have something to eat, Cocky."

The girl's left cheek was wrapped in bandages, and her left eye was also completely covered. When scanning the people in the yard, she only used her right eye.

She smiled politely at the people in the courtyard, but the smile was somewhat strained, just like the fact that it took her two attempts to successfully squat down.

The hot dog in his hand was also being held with difficulty.

If that can be considered a skill.

"Fura was unfortunately involved in a home invasion murder case two weeks ago. She survived, but she only has two fingers left," Lyson said softly.

Upon hearing this, Roy raised his eyebrows and looked closely, only then noticing that the girl was unusually wearing a long-sleeved shirt in this weather when short sleeves should be worn.

Even though it was a long-sleeved shirt, after she squatted down, the left sleeve still drooped and folded on the ground.

Only the top section held up.

Her right hand, which was holding the hot dog, only had her ring finger and thumb.

"Woof!"

The German Shepherd wagged its tail rapidly, eagerly wagging beside the girl.

"Good boy, good boy, this is something I baked especially for you, although this may be the last time I bake it for you, Cocker Spare."

The sheriff's gun was lowered to the ground, and he didn't follow the girl as she interacted with the German Shepherd, as if he was aware of the complicated relationship between them.

"Coffin, that's the name of that German Shepherd. Fura is the registered owner of its dog license, but now... kid, you should be able to see that she can no longer take responsibility for its care, or even for her own..." Lyson's rambling continued.

Roy's expression also darkened upon hearing this.

He noticed that, just as Leisen was rambling on,

Because the girl was only holding the hot dog with two fingers, and because the German Shepherd might have been licking the hot dog with too much force...

Only a third of the hot dog remained, leaking through the girl's missing fingers.

She didn't hold on tight, nor did she have the ability to hold on tight.

Snapped!

The hot dog just fell to the ground.

"Fura's guardian is now her sister."

Lysen's voice rose again, tinged with sadness:

"But with the wave of pay cuts, you know, kid,"

"After paying the medical bills, the older sister, unable to cope with caring for her broken younger sister, also kept a large German Shepherd."

She had neither the energy nor the money.

"Moreover, she, like us, both revered and feared this four-legged hero."

"After that case, I'm afraid Fura was the only one who wasn't afraid of this hero."

The hot dog that fell to the ground didn't affect the German Shepherd's appetite. The dog picked it up with its tongue, tossed it into its mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

But all of this only reminded the girl of her sorrow—the sorrow of her disability, the sorrow of her inability to care for the German Shepherd.

"Coca-Cola... Coca-Cola..."

The girl called out again and again, tears streaming down her face, from drops to streams...

"I'm sorry, Cocky, I'm sorry, Cocky!...I'm sorry!"

Her sobs made the German Shepherd anxious.

It cried out, licking away the girl's tears with its tongue, doing everything it could to comfort her, not wanting her to cry anymore.

but--

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

A young woman dressed in office attire suddenly ran out and hugged the girl. The woman comforted the girl, carefully avoiding every bandage on her body.

But she yelled and scolded the German Shepherd.

Full of vigilance, it yelled at it to get out of the way.

The sheriffs nearby immediately raised their guns and aimed them at the German Shepherds.

And being scolded, having guns pointed at them,

The German Shepherd could only helplessly backtrack and lie back in its original spot.

"That's Fura's older sister, the one who's already quite exhausted..."

"So we're just going to watch?" Roy asked.

"Let's just watch and wait. If that big dog can walk into the cage by itself, then we just need to watch," Lyson explained.

Roy tightened his grip on his shield, the words "Kill it" still echoing in his mind, yet he felt somewhat lost and unsure of what to do.

……

"I'm sorry, Cocker, I'm so sorry..."

The girl's sobs and apologies were much quieter than her sister's scolding, but she still tried to convey her remorse, even as she broke down in tears again.

Ugh……

Roy sighed, unsure whether it was because of the tragedy before him, or because his chances of killing the dog in the chaos had decreased again, or perhaps both!

"Alright, Vina, it's time to send Coca-Cola away. The service bureau understands your choice and will do its best to find a suitable new owner for Coca-Cola. Let's put Coca-Cola in a cage!"

From the depths of the room, an elderly white woman, around fifty or sixty years old, emerged.

She was wearing the same uniform as Leisen, and placed her hand on the office lady's shoulder, continuing:

"What you should do now is send Cofi away and then take care of your sister wholeheartedly."

The white-collar woman listened, helped the girl up, led her to the temporary cage in the yard, and called out—

"Coca-Cola, Coca-Cola..."

And Coffin, the German Shepherd marked with the werewolf symbol...

It answered the call without any resistance or surprise, obediently walking into the temporary cage.

All of Roy's plans to take advantage of the chaos were thwarted—

It all vanished like a bubble!

Even the most fundamental choice: killing the dog.

They all began to waver.

……