"It's you."
"Mr. Klein, I'm really sorry, I never thought things would turn out like this," Marico Marquis pleaded. "Please don't hurt us, give us a chance to make amends."
"My Williams is dead, how do you plan to make amends? What can you offer as compensation?
You all deserve to die, you should all die!"
Grace Dore sobbed quietly, "I was severely injured in a car accident, I've already been punished, please don't hurt us anymore.
Mr. Klein, I beg you."
"Knock, knock..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.
The three were startled.
Heller Klein pointed a gun at Grace Dore, "You're a smart person, you should know what to do?"
Grace Dore took a deep breath, "Who's out there?"
"I'm Dr. Vincent Sis, coming to do rounds, I'm coming in." As the words fell, the door slowly opened, and an old man wearing a white coat walked into the ward.
