"You bastard! You filthy little beggar, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!" Tom had completely descended into madness at this point. His eyes were blood-red, his fingers outstretched as if he could slice Mark into pieces with his gaze alone.
Beside Tom, David was already paralyzed by the sheer terror of impending death. His body curled on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. His cries were drenched in endless fear and despair, as if the end of the world had arrived.
In contrast, Ben seemed to be the calmest among the three. He gave Mark a deep, penetrating look and said in a low voice, "Brother, if you want me dead, I'll accept it. But I advise you, be very cautious with Oscar. Do you really think he's a good person? Back then..."
Ben's sentence was abruptly cut off by the roar of a machine suddenly coming to life inside the room. The sound was like a feral howl from Hell, instantly shattering the already unbearably tense atmosphere.
