"Goal?" Suyin stood up, "For your bloody goal you killed my son, bastard! The moment you laid hands on my son, you invited this upon you."
An eerie laughter echoed. Suyin felt a chill, but she pulled her shoulder back.
"Dumb woman. Your son was bound to die. If not me, then by your Aunt. Or maybe your ex. Or Gilbert. I was not even aware of it until Gilbert told me just a few months back that he was asked to kill your son."
"LIE."
"I know you'd say that. Here-- take a seat and let me tell you a short story. Oops, you don't have a chair. Just sit down on the floor." She did buzz. "SIT," The next moment she felt a jolt of similar electric current, and dropped to her knees.
