"...They're all..."
Kai's voice barely escaped him.
His eyes remained fixed on the fallen hybrids.
A baker.
A merchant.
A blacksmith.
People.
Not monsters.
People.
His fists slowly clenched.
Dr. Z.
The smiling doctor.
The laughing doctor.
The man who had thanked him.
"...You..."
For the first time since arriving in this world—
Kai felt genuine hatred.
Not toward a demon.
Not toward the Cult.
Toward one man.
The world around him slowly faded.
The screams became distant.
The explosions muffled.
Then—
A familiar voice echoed.
Not the Cult Kai.
Not the one covered in the tattoo.
A different voice.
Older.
Colder.
More composed.
"...There it is."
Kai's eyes widened.
"...Who's there?"
Silence.
Then—
"...Use it."
Kai looked around.
Nothing.
Only darkness.
The voice continued.
"That anger."
"That hatred."
"Stop suppressing it."
Kai frowned.
"...Who are you?"
A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Another Kai.
No tattoo.
No robes.