The faces of the Purifiers were filled with fear as they watched the guards and waiters turn into huge felines. Trish took on the darx form: a caracal with large, pointed, black ears and gray-blue eyes. Her hair was intensely brown, like a fox, with black details near the ends and above the eyes. She growled and made a huge leap towards her opponents. Now, nothing would stop her.
At the same time, Meli was coming out of the toilet window and heard someone shouting for help. Five hundred meters away from her, the Purifiers had caught the man with the square hair and tortured him. Three men had surrounded him and beaten him, while their leader was silently watching the spectacle with pleasure.
"Please stop. I beg you, don’t do this," said the unfortunate man, whining.
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