"It looks like I'm not welcomed here." I dragged the nearest chair and placed it in front of the trembling father-daughter duo.

I sat down and smiled at them. The father's eyes were filled with worry, while the daughter's expression was a mix of fear and apprehension.

"Oh, right. I forgot to introduce myself. Where are my manners?" The bloodied figure sitting on the chair chuckled and said. "My name is Adrian Von Sinclair.

"As you can see, Mr.? What's your name?" I asked, extending a hand towards the father.

The room fell silent for a moment before he hesitantly replied, "I'm Thomas... Thomas Williams."

"As you can see, Mr. Williams, your daughter owes me a major debt."

"I lost someone because of her. someone that is very, very IMPORTANT TO ME!"

.....

"Your daughter owes me a great debt."

Staring at the bloodied man in front of me , I could see the pain and anger etched on his face.

'I looked at my daughter's face, and her eyes indicated that she recognized the man in front of us. her expression shifting from fear to guilt.'

'The man in front of us radiated an aura of craziness, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was clear that he's not in the right state of mind.'

'And he held a deep grudge against my daughter.' I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired between them to result in such animosity and the loss of someone so important to him.

.....

"Ahem..."

"I didn't mean to raise my voice."

"Oh, About the debt, let's play a game."

I poured my mana into the link that connects me to the bombs. For a brief moment, the ground trembled, and a massive explosion could be heard in the distance.

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"No one will bother us for the next hour. They'll be busy dealing with the explosion, so that settles it."

I reached for my silver pocket watch. And showed it Infront of them.

"For five Minutes, I want you guys to constantly shout for five minutes. If someone comes, I'll let both of you live. However, if nobody comes, I'll choose one of you and stab it to death."

The duo exchanged nervous glances, their eyes widening with fear. With a trembling voice, the father asked, "Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?"

"Just like I said earlier, your daughter owes me a debt."

"It's all right. There's no need to worry. Just play the game, and it'll be over." The man's cold and sinister smile sent shivers down their spines. "Now, let's begin."

The girl burst into tears as she was frantically saying, I'm sorry for what I did.

The father tried to comfort her, but his own fear was evident in his voice as he pleaded.

"Please, just tell us what you want. We'll do anything to keep our lives."

Adrian stood up, annoyed by the duo. He clicked his tongue and pulled the dagger behind his back.

"I SAID SCREAM, SHOUT!"

The glint of the dagger caught the dim light in the room, casting an eerie shadow on the walls. "It looks like you guys hadn't realized the gravity of the situation."

Suddenly, An aged hand flew into the air, and blood splattered across the room as the decapitated hand fell to the ground.

The father screamed in agony and his daughter screamed in horror, his eyes wide with shock.

Adrian's face remained stoic as he held up the bloody dagger.

A sinister smile playing on his lips. "Now, perhaps you'll understand the consequences of not complying," he said with a voice full of dread.

The daughter quickly wrapped her father's arm with a cloth to stop the bleeding.

Her hands were trembling with fear, and tears were streaming down her face. She applied pressure to the wound of his father.

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, their voices grew louder and more desperate as the minutes passed, hoping that someone would come before it was too late.

"That's more like it, scream! Scream to your heart's content. Scream because your life depends on it." The crazed laughter of the man filled the room.

Minutes have passed, and their voices have started to grow hoarse from the constant shouting.

Their pleas for help echoed through the house, but there was no sign of anyone coming. The desperation in their eyes intensified as they realized that time was running out of time.

Staring at the father-daughter duo, I couldn't help but relish in their terror. Their faces contorted with fear, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

A twisted satisfaction rose up within me. "The time is up." I declared. A sinister smile spreads across my face.

"Do you guys want to know why no one has come to your aid?"

"Do you guys want to know why your neighbors don't seem to have heard a single thing?"

"It is because I killed them all." A crazed laugh escaped from my mouth. Seeing their despair, an uncanny satisfaction slowly rose within me again.

In the midst of my laughter, a scream can be heard breaking through the sound of my insanity.

The trembling girl that is sitting in front of me suddenly charged at me, carrying a knife. Fueled by her desperation to protect her life and that of her father, she lunged towards me.

I immediately caught the blade of the knife in my left hand. As blood trickled down from my palms, I smirked at her futile attempt.

"Did you really think a mere knife could stop me?"

Suddenly, the father charged at me and knocked me against the wall.

He gazed at his daughter and shouted RUN, repeatedly. The girl nodded, tears streaming down her face, and turned to flee from the chaotic scene. The father stood his ground, determined to buy her enough time to escape.

The father, Mr. Williams, repeatedly smashed my broken right arm against the wall, causing excruciating pain.

Despite my injuries, I gave him a defiant grin and taunted him, "You may think you're protecting her, but she can never truly escape me."

Seemingly enraged by what I had said, He punched my face. Laughter escaped from my mouth because I couldn't help but laugh at the punch's feeble force. and despite his repeated punches, my laughter didn't fade.

"Okay, that's enough." Having had enough, I spit blood into his eyes. Blinded by the blood, he stumbled backwards, momentarily disoriented. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I stabbed my dagger into his neck.

Seeing the lifeless body of the man fall to the ground, I left the house.