"The night has given me black eyes, yet I use them to search for light."
The Priest, clutching a cross, stood next to a pile of garbage in the alley behind Dolphin Bay, bending over to examine a homeless man's body.
"His limbs are broken, bone fragments piercing the flesh. The perpetrator knew how to inflict maximum pain without killing him. What kind of artwork does that guy want to complete? It's not unheard of for someone to harm a fellow vagabond, but it's rare to find one with such clear objectives and brutal methods." The cross in the Priest's hand had been sharpened to a point. With his left hand, he gently covered the homeless man's eyes while he raised the cross in his right hand as if preparing to plunge it into the man's mouth.
"Hey..." A low voice suddenly emanated from the darkness at the end of the alley. The Priest felt as though he had seen a venomous snake sticking out its tongue, and his back muscles instantly tensed up as he stood facing the rear of the alley.
