The fat man leaned his massive head backward as he bellowed in deep, genuine laughter that echoed off the warehouse walls.
"Of course you don't know the answer… you're just Class 5 trash!" he said between laughs, slapping his knee with his pudgy hand. "You won't get any confidential information like that at a bottom-tier Academy. Anyway, I just wanted to kill those annoying brats. They've been crying and disturbing me for quite a while now with all their screaming and begging."
He waved his hand dismissively, as if discussing pests he'd exterminated from his home. Kōya's palms tightened slowly until his hands formed trembling fists, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood.
'Wh… Why…' he thought, his vision blurring red at the edges. 'There was never a right answer. He killed them just because they annoyed him. Just… just because…'
