"Young Master Louis, what is that noise we've been hearing?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Louis stepped out, closing the door behind him.
He had seen enough violence in both his lives—first as Gary, and now as Louis in this completely black-and-white world. He thought he was numb to it, immune to the horrors that came with it.
And perhaps he was.
But the kind of violence Riley enacted? That was something he would never get used to. He was used to violence, but he wasn't used to Riley at all.
Think of the worst thing a person could do to another, multiply it by infinity—and even that wouldn't be enough to describe what Riley was doing in that room.
And right now, the person on the receiving end of it was screaming.
"H… help me…! Someone, help me!"
A trained assassin, someone conditioned to withstand the most excruciating pain, was begging. Her voice echoed through the hallway, loud enough to reach the ears of passing staff.
Including the head maid.
