C25 Death Grip 2

The fire crackled and I set up a barbecue rack and roasted pieces of meat on the branches.

Oil and water constantly dripped, and the campfire soared from time to time. As a result, the fragrance of the meat became even more pungent.

This meat isn't from the Tager. That little kitten didn't die, it was tied up by all kinds of things and was thrown aside not far away, staring at my roasted meat