"Catch him!"
A furious shout rang through the night as a group of women chased after a man.
Bruised and bleeding, the man ran. His breath came in sharp huffs, but even injured, he was still faster.
"Huff… Puff…"
Even as he ran, he found the energy to glance back over his shoulder, a wild grin splitting his bloodstained face.
"You're too slow!" he taunted, his voice filled with manic laughter. "No wonder I was able to sneak a peek at your Holy Maiden!"
His words were like a spark to dry tinder.
"YOU BASTARD!" one of the women shrieked, her face twisting in rage.
"Ahhh! I'll personally skin that mf alive!" another roared, her grip tightening around the weapon in her hand.
The man grinned, his bloodied face lighting up with satisfaction as he saw his taunt had the desired effect.
Their rage fueled their pursuit, making them reckless—just as he wanted.
"Huff… Puff…"
