In a certain dark space that was located underground a building, Henry stared at the shivering reporter man who was begging for his life. He was stripped down almost naked and was covered in his own blood.
Just then, Klara strode in, dressed in all black. She had a smile on her face as she approached Henry and gave him a kiss on the lips "Is he still not talking yet?" She asked as she directed her gaze to the man kneeling in front of Henry. He was the one who had published those pictures and right now, she hated him.
"Please spare me i really don't know who... I swear--" What he received next was a hard hit on the face.
