His words made Minho's insides boil in a cold fury. A game. That is all human lives were to him. The man thought of them as his own puppet. He was a monster just like his father, uncaring and sadistic towards others.
The flashes of that night were running in his mind like an old black and white film. The dead body of his mother lay in front of him while his father stood above her corpse with a cold expression. His father looked directly at him and flashed an evil smile.
Suddenly, Minho was no longer afraid. There was no need to be. All he felt was a pot boiling vengeance which was about to erupt. Survival was on the top of his list and he would do everything he could to live. They were not going to die in the hands of a shitty cannibal.
"Kanji, take Mina and go," he ordered.
"But what about you?" Kanji asked in shock.
