r the threshold of her shelter, her lungs burni

he room that vaguely resembled a kitchen. The c

vely calling upon the [Top-Tier Beast Butc

er gaze was razor-sharp, enti

er. She dragged the blade across the edge of the metal sink, the harsh scr

hide and sliding perfectly between the vertebrae. With a flick of her wrist, she cleanly

le, peeling back the thick, spiked hide to

had been perfectly dismantled. Prime cuts of meat were

ents, wiping a line of sweat from her f

d the ancient induction burner compl

for salt, pepper, or any basic seasoning. She found n

out fire and salt. Charity let

cial district. She needed b

tly wrapped a premium cut of tenderloin. She shoved it i

ized cloak tightly around her to hide her scab

, and the outcast residents were beg

s, heading toward the corridor that

with rusted metal scrap, a shrill,

You're dirtying

a stood with her hands on her hips, scream

er. He was on his knees, desperately clut

oot, aiming a vicious kic

ed forward and caught Brenda's an

nd stumbling backward. She glared furiously at th

ce was a mask of cold indifference. She cr

at her with wide, terrified

she couldn't consume all the meat she had harvested before it spoiled in this humidity, and a small act of goodwill cost her l

I have extra, and it'll rot anyway," she said, her voice soft but

ok of absolute disbelief washed over his face. In this brutal,

ehind them. "Look at the fat

ompletely ignoring Brenda's existence, and walked strai