"Chris Fern, stop making excuses for murder in the name of greed," said Charles Mcintosh flatly. "You're not a child, you know right from wrong. No matter how many reasons or grievances you have, if you do something illegal, you must pay the price under law."
Love and past are not excuses for crimes.
Desire and greed are the roots of evil.
The air congealed with a heavy atmosphere, with such low pressure that it was suffocating.
After a long while, Chris drew a key from his pocket.
With a "clank", the key drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground.
It was the key to the safe, but he knew there was nothing in it.
The icy key lay still on the ground.
"Chris Fern, you know what you've done, don't you?" Sylvan Cheney's brows furrowed, speaking in a cold voice.
"You know it all, why ask?" Chris didn't want to repeat himself.
He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
