Chapter 5

When I met Ernest's cold, emotionless eyes, I couldn't help but glance at the photos on the wall. Each of those victims had died in different but equally gruesome ways. All of a sudden, a flame ignited in the pit of my heart. Was Sophie also tortured and toyed with to death under his indifferent attitude? She was such an outstanding person with such a kind heart. The thought that all her courage and love had been repaid with such cruelty made my blood boil. I could no longer hold back my rage. I snapped at Ernest, "Like hell I have a favorite way to die, you sick bastard! You filthy scum, you deserve the worst fate imaginable! You've killed so many people and even hung up their photos like trophies. Aren't you afraid they'll come back and haunt you? "A lunatic like you should burn in hell! Just wait! Karma will come for you!" At that moment, my endless fear instantly transformed into roaring wrath. I lashed out at Ernest, venting all my grievances and horror. For a brief moment