Understanding that there were no major issues, Melvin began studying the house before him.

Unlike Karl's and most houses he had encountered thus far that had a long passageway leading to the house, this one was more simpler. The whole house stretched out before him with his back still against the door as his heartbeat gradually slowed down.

To his left was a wide living room with short sofas and a wooden table, and directly in front of Melvin was a long hallway filled with rooms.

With careful steps, he walked forward and noticed a big kitchen to his right allowing a clear unobstructed view from the living room.

"What now?" Asked Firrol, his eyes randomly darting around the house.

"Now, we wait once again." Melvin explained, "We just need to find a good hiding spot."

Saying that both of them began going through the house in an attempt to find just that. Unfortunately for the two, there was practically no place that could be said to be good for hiding.

The living room was too wide and had great visibility in almost every corner, so scratch that. The kitchen was more or less the same.

In the hallway beyond the two places, there were four rooms with two on each side.

The first one to the right was a small room filled with dirty clothes, and unsurprisingly no good places to hide. The second to the right was the bedroom, and it was the same with just a big bed, a wooden closet, and a desk. Even under the bed didn't exist, the mattress was tall enough to stand without any support.

The first room to the left was small and filled with shoes, again nowhere to hide. Finally, the last room, was simply an empty room, with nothing in it.

The duo met once again in the center of the house, between the living room and the kitchen, and looked at each other. "So," Melvin awkwardly said, "Definitely under the kitchen table right?"

Firrol helplessly nodded in response, and as much as the two of them didn't want that to be true, it was.

The kitchen table was tall enough and circular in shape and was covered with this long dark green fabric that reached the ground, providing the only spot in the whole house where the two could hide.

"Fuck." Melvin quietly cursed knowing how uncomfortable it would be. The duo quickly approached the table step by step. Firrol quickly entered and easily, and comfortably sat on the corner.

Melvin quietly sighed as he crouched down and maneuvered beneath the table, clutching his bag in hand.

What made his discomfort reach a new realm were the cross-shaped wooden supports underneath, rendering sitting in the center of the ground impossible. Thus, he awkwardly perched on the cross's midpoint, placing his bag next to Firrol, his head twisted at an uncomfortable angle due to the table's height.

After a few seconds of them doing their best to breathe quietly, Melvin suddenly spoke, "Wait, they just went out, we don't have to stay like this the whole time." This was more so specifically to him because Firrol was plenty comfortable. However, if Melvin continued sitting in that awkward position for a few hours, his ability to fight afterward would take a dive.

Leaving the bag behind, the two of them, emerged from underneath the table and sat on the chairs next to it.

'I am really inside someone's home waiting for them to come so that I can kill them,' Melvin ruminated with a difficult expression, unable to believe how quickly things changed. From watching Netflix a few days ago, to now sitting with a talking cat in a stranger's home.

At that moment he became aware of a very important fact, he held absolutely no grudge against the two. Naturally, he hated their guts for what they did to him in the Plaza, but not to the point of wanting to kill them. To him, everything he had been doing thus far was purely out of necessity, and because he still had his own code as well, he couldn't just wantonly begin slaughtering people and so these people that had wronged him became the scapegoat for his need to kill and increase his strength.

Going through all of that, he couldn't help but deeply sigh once again. He knew that his mentality had to go through a shift in order for him to be able to weather the road ahead, otherwise, the difficulty would rise exponentially, and on this road, failure meant death. He couldn't afford to fail, and so he couldn't afford to live with the same convictions and principles as those he had on Earth.

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However, he deeply understood that even to him, he still had his own bottom line, but where it lay was the question. He was just afraid that it was too low to the point that in time he wouldn't even be able to recognize himself, and this once again made another interesting question arise in his mind. 'What are my priorities even?' He contemplated, aware of the two paths laid before him.

On one hand, he would have strength, but he wouldn't be able to recognize himself. 'Or me sticking to my principles and pitifully dying in a ditch somewhere?' He questioned, but then he quickly reflected on how he subconsciously phrased that question and weakly smiled to himself. He could clearly see which one of the two he was leaning to.

Amid his deep musings, he heard a subtle creaking sound, and color was instantly drained out from his face. He quickly exchanged glances with the cat above the table and saw how they were sharing the same expression.

He could even discern the sound of people speaking from the door's direction, and so stealthily, the two of them got down underneath the table and hid like they did before. It was then that Melvin noticed something that made his eyes widen.

The chair he was sitting on previously was too distant from the table, and just as he stretched out his hand from beneath the table in front of him, he saw two pairs of legs moving.

In a flash, he pulled his arm back and prayed they wouldn't notice anything. He gradually composed himself to lower the sound of his breathing and paid attention to the two who sat in the living room.

The two were clearly drunk as they spoke with much difficulty about nothing in particular. Just admiring how good of a night it was, and how much fun they had. But to Melvin's dismay, the conversation quickly turned to how beautiful the two of them were before kissing sounds echoed from the living room.

Registering all of that, Melvin couldn't help but audibly gulp, 'Shit, it's been a while, this is gonna get me hard.' He thought sarcastically, clearly amused by the whole situation.

Through the dark green fabric of the table, he could faintly make up two shadows sitting on top of one another, and he could hear that their pointless conversation had turned into deliberate moves followed by sounds of pleasure.

The duo exchanged glances, confusion visible on their faces, and though they wanted to speak, they were afraid it'd be too loud.

Melvin made a gesture with his hand, signaling for the cat to wait because he had just heard something.

The man and woman in the living room had nothing on left as they followed after one another toward their bedroom. Before long, moans of pleasure resounded in the house, making the hidden thieves feel rather awkward.

"Just wait," Melvin quietly whispered. With that, the duo continued enduring an awkward ten minutes that felt more like an hour before the noises died down and the house turned deathly quiet.

"Not yet," He whispered once again, "Sleep." Said he, his meaning was clear.

The duo awaited with abated breath, and all they could hear was their own slow breathing. Melvin's neck was starting to ache from the awkward position, and so after waiting for a while they stealthily got out.

Firrol's exit was smoother as his soft paw barely made any sound after he walked out from under the table. Melvin's situation was different, as faint creaks and whooshing sounds could be heard as he moved to the side.

He quickly stood up, and the two froze again, trying to see if they had woken them up. Fortunately, after a few breaths, nothing happened.

Glancing at each other, the two nodded and calmly walked toward the bedroom. Melvin made sure that each of his steps was as faint as possible, and after a while the room was before him.

The door was already wide open, and so he had a clear view of everything inside.

The bed was on the right side of the room, and on top of it slept two naked people, without even a blanket or anything. The man was sleeping on his back, his head to the side, and his genitals dangling out.

However, Melvin's eyes were caught by the woman's buttocks as she lay on her stomach with her legs in weird angles. 'Oh no.' He thought as an audible gulp was heard. 'This is definitely a bit weird.'

Firrol noticing Melvin's lack of movement quickly turned around and saw him captivated by something. Following his eyes, he finally understood and shook his head before he approached him and began poking him.

Glimpsing down, Melvin began to assure him with his head and eyes that everything was fine, and he gestured for him to continue.

Dismissing those thoughts, Melvin's eyes immediately turned cold, steeling his heart for what he was about to do. In an attempt to prepare himself even more, he grabbed the two daggers he looted from the old man from his waistband and approached the sleeping man first.

When he reached the edge of the bed, he noticed a long sword on the side of the bed. Fearing some unexpected turn of events, he made a gesture for Firrol to pause and he continued on his own.

Snoring sounds echoed from his left as he steadily approached the man. When he reached the sword handle that was resting against the wall, he softly grabbed it after he put the two daggers in his left hand.

With his objective in hand, he retreated back toward the room's entrance. However, after he only took his second step, he noticed Firrol's whole body go through a complete transformation before a piercing Hiss was heard and he lunged in his direction.

Unbeknownst to him, the man had woken up and attempted to strangle him from behind. Melvin instantly threw the sword in his right hand forward as he turned, and when he did his daggers were already in their place.

What greeted him was a peculiar sight of Firrol latching into the man's face, and the latter gripping him with everything that he had as a loud menacing and violent yowl reverberated through the room.

The woman had also woken up, but she seemed momentarily frozen, as if unable to believe what she was witnessing.

Without wasting any more time, he took advantage of the man's distraction and lodged a dagger in his stomach. The man groaned in pain after Melvin pulled back. Yet, his grip on the cat didn't let go. Painful feline screams and hisses thundered through the small room.

"MOVE!" The man madly shouted.

The woman quickly got out of the bed after the man and the cat fell on it, her eyes locked in on Melvin at the other side of the bed, though still petrified with a pale face devoid of any hint of color.