Chapter 175

I sat in the room and stared at Steven through the monitor. I was aware that he might go berserk and harm himself after being triggered. After all, that was his way of punishing himself. Steven was reluctant to answer Quentin's questions and simply kept banging his head against the wall, perhaps trying to calm himself down. "You killed Stephanie, didn't you? You put her in the glass display. I remember when you were at the asylum, you had a habit of collecting small animal bodies. "You said you were worried that the kitty would leave you, so you killed it and stuffed it. Then, you hid it somewhere that you felt was safe. And that bird…" Quentin persisted in questioning Steven, determined to extract the truth from him. "You liked Stephanie, but she didn't belong to you. She was in love with Michael, so you had no choice but to kill her. Only then would she be yours forever. "That's why you put her in the glass display, right?" Quentin asked in a loud voice. Steven's quivering b