It was too late. With a loud RATTLE, the rolling shutter door was pulled up.A group of people wielding kitchen knives and fire axes swarmed the entrance like madmen, shouting, "Charge! There are supplies inside!"Its owner was instantly cut down, and blood pooled on the floor.The White Cat remembered. Back then, only three or four of its friends had awakened their abilities. Some could spray water, others could fling dirt, but they were no match for the sheer number of people. Overwhelmed and terrified by the chaos, they were all hacked to death by those bastards in a matter of moments.The scene before it sent a chill through its body. Its companions’ corpses lay scattered about. Its owner, covered in blood, lay on the ground, eyes wide with shock, breathless.The mob paid no mind to the bloody scene, concerned only with rushing madly into the house.It too was scared out of its wits. It scrambled up to the suspended ceiling, not daring to breathe, and crouched there, staring down.
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