"Hahahaha!"
"You deserve that! Go to hell! Fucking doctor!"
A kid with a blank face shouted at Hector, laughing maniacally.
With hollow eyes, she smiled and hurled rapid, cruel curses at him, words filled with disgust over the mistake he had made.
At that moment, Hector could barely hear anything from the prisoner, who continued to torture him with brutal acts.
Strangely, what he couldn't hear most was the only thing echoing through his mind.
He would have rather been cursed by the prisoner than hear again the dying voice of the child he had killed.
Somehow, even though he was still alive, his mind kept sinking deeper.
And now, a long-forgotten feeling began to stir within him.
Was it rage? Or madness?
"Fuck! Why do I have to endure this?"
"My lucky coin? What the hell are you doing? I guess you want me to suffer this agony—even after saving my life—but this is way beyond my limit."
