"So you see… we're here to end your lives," Hector muttered, his voice soaked in sadistic glee, a twisted smile curling on his lips like a serpent's grin.
And somehow, this wasn't being treated with the seriousness it demanded?
Was this not, by every definition, a catastrophic problem?
"Easy peasy, right? So tell me, gentlemen, who's going first?"
That expression, the wild glint in his eyes, and the ecstatic anticipation painted the perfect portrait of a man who thrived on suffering. Hector wasn't just dangerous; he was deranged. The kind of sadist who wouldn't simply strike to kill, but savour every ounce of agony he could draw from another.
"Can I ask… who sent you? And why are you doing this?" Ramprandt asked, rising to engage the lunatic with a calculated tone.
He had to understand. There had to be logic behind this madness, more than empty bloodlust.
