A shadow loomed over the third target, the real purpose behind this murder spree. The figure moved silently, the dim light catching faint glints of something sharp in their hand. The victim lay still, unaware, her breathing shallow and uneven. The air grew heavy as the shadow leaned closer, their intent clear.
The shadow raised the knife, poised to strike, but before the blade could descend, the cabin door burst open. A small figure lunged forward, tackling the shadow to the ground with surprising force. In the next moment, light flooded the room, illuminating the scene.
Luo Yan swiftly grabbed the fallen knife and pressed it to the throat of the person he was now straddling. He smiled down, his voice calm but edged with triumph. "Good evening, Mother."
