Upon hearing the name Julian Wolfe, everyone felt a chill on their backs, a creepy sensation creeping up from their feet.
They had witnessed Julian's methods firsthand when he was just eleven, attending Quinn's funeral with Lucas Quinn.
Back then, someone attacked Lucas on the day of Quinn's funeral and was caught; the crowd heard screams lasting nearly an hour before Julian carried a bloody, mangled person from door to door.
He was only eleven, carrying an adult far heavier than himself, yet effortlessly as if carrying cotton.
Blood had stained his body red, but he seemed unaware, leaving behind a blood trace due to the person on his shoulders.
He knocked on doors and, with eyes ablaze with madness, tilted his head and asked with a grin, "Is this your guy? There's still a breath left; he might survive if taken to the hospital."
The individuals questioned still shudder at the thought, indelibly etched in their memories.
