[Bonus chapter] Dog

Robin stopped and looked at the woman and her feeble steps as she hugged the dead, rotting chicken with her shaky arms, following her as she brought the *breakfast* to the other side of the street, even though the sun had set.

She was only crossing the road but the few steps took her more than two minutes, she kept forcibly pulling her legs as if she was pulling weights until she finally reached what looked like a corpse and sat next to her.

"Umm..." Only when the *corpse* tried to speak did Robin know that the owner of this skinny body was actually still alive, his features were not recognizable due to severe hunger and thirst that looked no different than a long dried mummy

And also because a lard chunk of the skin and flesh on the left half of his face was nowhere to be found

But with one look with the eye of the truth, Robin knew that the owner of this body was a boy that is not yet ten years old...