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"S o, how is the Muffin Man related to all of this?" I manage to ask finally.

   "The Muffin Man thinks he is doing the world a favor," the Pillar says. "Like I said, I don't know his full background, but he is persuaded by the Cheshire to do this, so they expose us."

   "Expose us?" I laugh.

   "By us, I mean humans," the Pillar says. "The Cheshire wants to expose us to ourselves. Have you never heard of serial killers trying to wake up the world against committing the seven sins? A man bombing innocent civilians to prove a point? The world is full of this kind of madness."

   "But the Cheshire didn't say anything about that—nor did the Muffin Man."

   "I'm sure we will hear from them soon," the Pillar says. "Somehow, they will explain the crimes and maybe ask humanity to repent or something. Who knows what goes on in this cat's head?"

   Replaying this conversation in my head, I wonder about some of the Pillar's behavior. "Frankly, I don't trust you, Professor Pillar," I say as it starts to rain heavily. "You have been eating like crazy the past two days, doing crazy things related to food, and now you tell me the Muffin Man is punishing the world for letting their children eat deadly food." I spit some rain out. "Then you tell me all you know about Gorgon Ramstein, and I have no idea how you knew about it. You sound like you care about humanity while I know you don't give a damn. Are you expecting me to believe that you care about people?"

   "Not at all," he says. "I don't give a Jub Jub about the world." He summons a buff man walking by, trying to shade himself from the rain. "Do I look like I give a Jub Jub about the world?"

   "Jub Jub this." The man shows him the finger and walks away.

   "You asked me about the Muffin Man and why he kills. I am just telling you, Alice." The Pillar turns to me, his eyes catching too many people staring at their phones at the same time. The activity makes me suspicious as well. But I have a conversation to finish.

   "Prove it, then." I step forward. "Prove that all you just told me is true!"

   "I don't need to," the Pillar says as he pulls his phone from his pocket. At the same time, my phone buzzes.

   What's going on?

   I click a link sent to me in a message. I am transferred to a video. I click it to open it. It's a livestream, the same one everyone else, including the Pillar, is watching now.

   The Muffin Man, a.k.a. the cook, a.k.a. the Watermelon Killer, is live online, talking to the world.