Mitsuda glanced at the knife, then at his son, whose eyes were wide with terror.
"You have ten seconds to decide," Eric added, his voice cold and unwavering, intensifying their fear.
Mitsuda slowly picked up the knife from the wood.
"Father, what are you doing? You can't be serious! Are you really going to cut me—your own son?" Akihito pleaded, his voice trembling.
But his words were meaningless.
The next moment, the man restraining Akihito seized his left hand and pressed it firmly onto the chopping block, easily overpowering him.
Akihito thrashed and screamed, desperately trying to break free, but his struggles were futile.
His father, wearing a grim expression, gripped the knife in one hand and held his son's trembling fingers with the other.
Without hesitation, he began to saw through the little finger.
Akihito wailed in agony, his screams echoing through the shed.
