If you buried anyone else underground for twenty minutes, they'd be dead by now, she thought. But this sparrow… still alive? Truly, these beastmen were something else. What the hell are they even made of?
The sparrow, now regaining a bit of strength after gulping down a few drops of water, glared at Kaya with an expression that screamed disbelief. This woman—this bitch—buried me alive last night! Thank god there had been some space in the bag, enough for him to breathe a little. If not for that tiny pocket of air—and his desperate fluttering wings that stirred some movement—he would've suffocated.
And this woman… she didn't even remember.
Who the hell forgets a living bird inside a bag?
He trembled, glaring harder. His eyes practically asked, how could you even forget a person inside a bag?
Kaya awkwardly avoided his gaze, but seeing he was still glaring, she finally snapped, glaring right back.
