Song Recommendation: Born Alone Die alone by Madalen Duke
Two Years Later...
"NOO! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU, HAVE MERCY!!" The Caucasian old grey man begged on his knees, rubbing his bleeding hands in a prayer position.
Three men in suit stood before front of him in the dark dungeon, with only a small bulb hanging above their heads.
They looked down at the bleeding old man begging for his life. The door behind then slowly pushed open.
They instantly casted their eyes to rocky floor, stepping aside for a man who slowly strode forward.
He halted his expensive classic leather shoes few inches away from the dying man, who placed his forehead on the floor—knowing better than to look into the eyes of the monster in front of him.
The man scowled at him.
The mysterious man then spook, "Are you ready to confess, George?"
