Kurimi's eyes burned and he stood up.
He wiped the blood from his mouth.
Kurimi shot a glance on the northern direction.
He ran over to the direction and a loud scream was heard.
Kurimi came back holding a man by his neck.
"We are gonna have a good dinner tonight." Kurimi said.
The man started struggling harder, attempting scream but Kurimi held him too tight.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain
