People filled with malice freely bullied the sickly kitten, kicking him, insulting him, and hurling stones and garbage at him.
The kitten struggled to crawl forward, he didn't call for help, he seemed to know that no one would help him.
Dragging his body, the kitten protected the death photo with his own.
As he buried his head into the muddy ground, the beating and cursing suddenly stopped, and he looked toward the entrance of the alley.
The dim light of the street lamp shone on a man, who appeared to have come in too much of a hurry, as his shirt buttons were not properly fastened.
"Here comes another one who needs sorting out."
"Kick the car? It's my new car; you dare kick it?"
"Looking for death! Beat him up!"
A group of little thugs, all self-declaring as the boss, rushed toward the entrance of the alley.
"Trash is everywhere, that's why Black Box must choose both sides."
