She didn't think of herself as the men at all, even though  she kept seeing things through the  men's eyes. She  wasn't sure why it was happening, she didn't like to think about it. "Most passerbys would be killed by them. Maybe this is my fantasy of people who came in my life but didn't help me out. They saw me suffering, but just didn't do anything about it at all. Maybe killing these people is my way of getting revenge on them?" Really, she didn't think she was that mad  at people, she knew the world could be blind to troubles of others.<br/>She shook her head. "I don't think that is it though, maybe..it is the people here...they...they...made  me into this beast. Don't think I didn't notice these ears. That I am looking more and more like a cat everyday..."  was she really  upset about that? Sure, she  wouldn't be accepted in society, but she wasn't before. "I...I am  not sure that is it either. I am just not a killer at all."