Ales was walking back to his house after another day at the lab. Not a successful day, considering how angry he was in general. The recent murders were the last thing that convinced him that no matter the world, it was full of idiots who couldn't do anything right, and he was the only one wise enough to do anything.

He expected that the people walking on the street avoid bumping into him by now. They had plenty of experience with avoiding small residents like the Tarutaru, and Ales' appearance was clearly noticeable.

Without even looking at Simon, the Teensie kept trudging down the sidewalk with his head down and muttering to himself.