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The idea of the old park invades your mind. The streets are still evacuated due to the wolf level alert, giving you ample time to hobble to your location of solitude for the night. Your careful to avoid any busy streets, taking the long way in case your seen. You got lucky with that C class, he seemed new, nervous, unsure of himself, like you. Your probably now screwed with that Bun-Bun Man escaping though.
He’s likely going to put you in a database or something soon.
So either way your days are numbered, but is it even worth living as a monster? You hardly felt like it was living as a man. So if a hero does come to you, is it worth fighting them? Is it better to just accept the end? You think about your life as you walk. Your chest wheezing in anxiety.
You arrive at the isolated park, it wasn’t impressive in the least. With only a small playground, a bench, and a couple of trees. It was akin to that of a large backyard, but construction has to be cut short here due to monster attacks flaring up during its construction, so short cuts had to be made. Yet you found lots of comfort here as a human, that included the idea of Heroes. The Heroes who once made you feel safe are going to try and kill you on sight, it’s just how things are going to be from now on.
Carefully you sit down on a bench, it creaks under your weight but thankfully didn’t break. It’s night now and the street lights have turned on. Partially illuminating you, but only partially, your skin is still black as oil despite the light shining near you. You look up to the night sky, and ask yourself a question that you’ve asked yourself for most of your life…”Is this life worth living?”. The pitter patter of stomping feet makes it clear that your solitude will be short lived. A blue frog suddenly ran toward a bush close to where you were sitting.
