"I am not a monster!" those were the words that seemed to come out of his mouth louder than any other. He held his dual blades tightly in his hands as his face was painted red with anger. Monsters, he wasn't one. A monster harms others, he was not harming the other in front of him. He was protecting the one person who is important to him, the person scared on the ground. He wasn't a monster because he was protecting.

Please do not copy/steal/retrace or redistribute my work. EVER.

Due to become unhappy with my art style I once again changed it, and am very satisfied with it as well.
My victim, Jean, my sweet OC.
I really love what this looks like.