Felidae Page #3

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Yes, correct.

My name is Francis.

Friend or foe?

Friend! Forever friend!

A friend who has fallen from Heaven.

Well, not from Heaven -

through the skylight.

On the run from some crazies

of the Claudandus sect.

That sounds like those idiots.

Is it already light outside?

But can't you see that for -

You're blind!

I'm not blind.

I just can't see.

Do you go outside sometimes?

- No.

But still, not a single day has gone by where

I haven't wished to see this wicked world once.

I'm sorry.

Why? There are worse things in life.

One can endure anything -

except perhaps living in a dog kennel.

Have you always been like this?

I mean...

- Been blind?

Yes. From birth.

But it's strange, there are also pictures.

Images in my head.

What are these images?

I see many people gathered around me.

They're so big and bright.

One of the men leans

over me and smiles at me.

He suddenly has something

shiny in his hand and it hurts.

And I fall asleep.

You were not blind from birth.

Some human has done

something terrible to you.

Shall I tell you something?

The nicest creatures I know are people.

Who else would keep a blind runt like me?

May I ask you an unusual question?

Felicitas.

During the nights of the past few weeks,

have you heard any unusual...

You mean the death cries?

Heavens, you're the first witness I've met!

But why are you so interested?

Well, after all, it concerns murder.

Murder? Sounds pretty dramatic.

I think these are just excessive rivalries.

And why do you think that?

The death cries all came from males who

were on the way to some alluring Madonna.

Suddenly, they were joined by someone

that they seemed to know very well.

Did this someone speak

to these future corpses?

Yes. But I could not understand precisely.

But his tone of voice was so urgent,

laden with significance,

as if he wanted to convince

his interlocutors of something.

And later?

And then they uttered the death cry.

What do you know about

this Claudandus sect?

I only know they worship

a martyr named Claudandus,

who supposedly lived in this area in the past,

tormented and tortured by humans.

Tortured...

Why'd you run off?

We just wanted to chat with you.

In which three hundred and sixty volts

ought to loosen my tongue, huh?

Felicitas, I'll be back.

But first I have to discuss

something with him up there!

On the one hand, you came to me so

that I'd do something about the murders,

but on the other hand you concealed

from me what was essential, Blaubart.

Beg your pardon?

It's only a pasttime! A thrill!

This whole Claudandus thing.

Not so important.

- Not so important?!

It's been around for years.

Joker was the first to disseminate

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