A Touch of Sin
One class D slime monster down, and three to go.
Another twenty minutes and this park would be safe for the human idiots who decided to roam through it after dark.
It was my job to keep humans safe. Even the idiots. Especially the idiots.
Maybe I’d have more sympathy for the potential victims if this work was a calling, like it was for my sisters.
Hunting monsters, killing them if they threatened humans, that was my day job. Or rather my night job, since most of the hunting, killing, and disposal of beasts happened in the dark of night.
Point being, it wasn’t my passion.
It was just a job. Something I was good at that paid my bills.
I wasn’t suited for anything else. I was a Van Helsing, and Van Helsings hunted monsters.
The smell of singed slime—and crispy fried sl
