The man's head cracked open like a juicy, ripe watermelon. 

He immediately hit the ground, his head- well, the little bit left- making a disgustingly squishy sound. One of his eyeballs rolled along the ground, the other laying in a mushed mess near the corpse. Shattered pieces of his skull flew everywhere; Ryoma had to shield his face with his arm, as to not get cut. 

Once he lowered his arm, he realized what he had done. He dropped the ball in a mixture of shock and horror. 

What a *kitanai human being I am. 

He felt so horrible for murdering again, especially when he did it on a whim like this. No matter who it was, he felt guilty. He didn't even know if the former boss' son was the one who had kidnapped Kirumi in the first place. 

Kirumi. 

Suddenly, the murder he had just committed didn't matter. 

Why did it, if everyone was just trying to harm an innocent woman? She had dedicated her life to helping others, making even the unhappiest she had served, happy. 

She was pregnant too, for god's sake! She was in a weakened position where she couldn't really defend herself, even if she tried. 

He looked down when he felt something wet against his skin. 

Ah. 

It was blood, soaking through his shirt. The crimson fluid quickly became sticky when it dried; he noted that, preparing himself for the mild discomfort. 

Wait, why should he even stop? Ha. 

In Ryoma's eyes, what he had just done was now.. justice. 

A twisted form, but nonetheless, justice. It could come in many forms, after all; it didn't always involve the police or petty, small things. Sometimes, a person just gotta take it into their own hands. 

Might as well make sure they never bother us again. Those bastards will never stop hurting us if I leave 'em alone at this point. If it makes me a kitanai person, then so be it. 

Now he needed to get the maid out, and fast-- they probably heard the murder happening, and if they saw one of their dead cronies, they would become enraged. 

He barely had a chance to move when he heard running footsteps rounding a corner. He also heard clinking chains, and, was that.. a dog? He soon got the chance to confirm for himself, as they got where they needed to go, which was.. right here.  

The owner of the footsteps was a tall woman wearing a black tank top, bearing a full sleeve of tattoos. 

And, indeed, his guess was correct- right beside her, chain leash resting in the woman's hand, sat a huge pitbull. It was almost as tall as him, with pointed ears and a bobbed tail. Its pelt was pitch black, and beneath them, he could see huge, rippling muscles. 

The woman's expression almost looked shocked at the sight of the body, but it didn't last too long. The look on her face quickly became unreadable, but he knew what she was gonna do next before she even did it. 

She dropped the chain, and the dog came barreling right towards him, teeth bared. 

*Kitanai = An insult meaning 'dirty'