After Karl was done with Nolan, he headed to the house where he hid Matsuri. The house in question was something his uncle owned and allowed him to use. Right now, his Uncle was out of the country, so the house was all his to do as he pleased.
Karl, who had just beaten up the last of his bullies, was silently walking towards the house were Matsuri was being held captive.
Each step he took felt heavier and heavier, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in his ears. Despite finally getting back on the people who have harmed him and others, he felt empty somehow.
The night should have felt victorious, liberating even, but instead, it wrapped around him like a shroud. He had done what no one else would. He had exposed the monsters. Brought them to their knees. But now that it was over, the triumph tasted bitter.
