Chapter 35: Twisted Mind

Ophelia felt a tremor run through her hands, her entire body trembling as the weight of what she had just witnessed bore down on her. She was utterly speechless, her mind replaying the horrific scene over and over again, a nightmarish loop that refused to end. It was as if her brain was trying to process the impossibility of what she had just seen, but no matter how many times she went over it, the reality remained the same. The label of "psychopath" had been attached to him for a reason, and now Ophelia understood why. She had seen that darkness in him, felt it pulse from him like a living thing, a wild and uncontrollable force that he wielded with an unsettling calmness. Despite the chaos swirling around him, he had moved with a methodical precision, as though the violence and bloodshed were as routine for him as breathing. She stepped out of the shadows of the dark hallway, emerging into the stark brightness of the corridor beyond. The contrast was jarring, but it did nothing to di