As Steward's laughter echoed the walls of the dimly lit classroom, the overturned desks cast shadows on the floor. The woman, her figure trembling, stood before him, pleading.
"Steward, can you please not do this?" She implored, her voice quivering with desperation. "I have done so many terrible things; I still get nightmares about what I did. Can you please not do this to a young child?"
But Steward's laughter only intensified, filling the room with a chilling sense of danger. There is no way he will stop; stopping meant death, and he couldn't afford death. Six years ago, someone had set him on the path, and now there was no turning back.
With a cold smirk, Steward reached out and touched the woman's face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Then, with a swift motion, he grasped her neck, suffocating her.
"Who do you think I should start with?" he taunted. "Should I start with the child first, or Alexis?"
