“Turn it off!”

The unfocused, bloodshot eyes, the voice that sounded like it was torn from scraping the vocal cords, and the ability to blow people away with his bare hands despite the fact that he was clearly a magical hunter by the weapons he held and the armor he wore.

All of it matched the exact characteristics of the killer in my memory.

“Aaaaahhhhh! My arm! My arm!”

The woman ripped off one of Hunter's arms as it lay on the ground. Red blood gushed out, and a horrible scream rang out. The woman licked the blood from her …