The black cat was Lilia's only companion.
Lilia refused to give up on the black cat. She drew closer, trying to snatch it back.
Suddenly, the burly man tossed the black cat aside and lunged for Lilia as she approached.
Lilia leaped up, clutched the black cat, and tried to flee.
In his desperation, the burly man no longer cared about damaging the "goods" and swung his axe.
THUD!
Lilia collapsed to the ground. The black cat in her arms was smashed by the axe, a mangled mess of blood and gore.
A gash so deep the bone was visible appeared on her chest.
"Cough, cough, cough... Bun, don't die..."
Her vision began to blur. Watching the burly man approach, Lilia murmured.
"I don't want to die..."
The burly man looked at the wounded, dying Lilia, then glared in annoyance at the black cat on her chest.
"Damn it! This cat ruined everything. Black cats really are bad luck!"
Suddenly, the black cat in Lilia's arms melted into a pool of shadow.
