Ruby's eyes remained unwavering, her gaze fixed on the man kneeling before her, his body trembling with rage. His contempt was palpable, the air thick with the weight of his hatred. As his breathing quickened, Ruby's lips curled ever so slightly into a smile—a faint but chilling curve. She didn't feel anger or triumph, but there was something satisfying in watching the pieces of his life crumble, something that, to her, felt almost like an art form.
"You are really pathetic," Ruby spoke, her voice devoid of any emotion but with an undercurrent of sharpness that seemed to slice through the tension in the room. "Here I thought I could just leave you behind, let you fade away. But no, you had to come back, didn't you?"
The man's eyes flared, his face contorting with fury as he spat out, "You? But we will never leave your life, you murderer!"
