Chapter 95: What Have You Done, Billy?

Billy's mother looked into her son's eyes, and she felt a surge of desperation wash over her. She desperately hoped that whatever Billy had done wasn't as terrible as her fears suggested. She clung to the hope that her son still had some semblance of humanity left within him. "Billy," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Please, tell me the truth. Whatever it is, we can work through it together. I'm here for you, but I need to know what's going on." Billy's laughter died down, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze as he regarded his mother. "You'll find out soon enough, Mother," he said cryptically, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion. "But trust me, it was necessary." His mother's heart sank at his words. She could sense the darkness consuming him, swallowing him whole until there was little left of the boy she once knew. But still, she couldn't give up hope. "Billy, please," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I love you, and I just want to help yo