Chapter 2- F****ing Pigman
Pain radiated from his arm like lightning through a wet wire, but Yuuta couldn’t even afford the luxury of screaming.
The arrow embedded in his green, frog-like arm throbbed, each heartbeat pulsing more blood into the grass. His amphibious body quivered with agony, muscles twitching from the trauma, but something more primal took hold—fear.
Instinct.
Something was hunting him.
He couldn’t lie there. He had to move.
Yuuta gritted his teeth—wait, did he still have teeth? He wasn’t even sure anymore. Regardless, he forced himself upright, balancing awkwardly on his stubby frog legs, each one trembling like jelly in a storm. His body protested every inch of motion, especially as his wounded right arm dragged limply, blood painting a trail behind him.
"Motherf—ahhh... Damn it!"
His breath came in ragged bursts. The pain was like fire licking up his spine.
He scanned the area through tear-blurred vision, turning toward the direction from which the arrow had flown. The light breeze carried the faintest scent of metal and sweat—predator scents.
And then he saw them.
Five towering figures.