Torture tools were scattered everywhere, each one of them looking well-used.
It was disheartening to see two brutes torturing a helpless girl with all these tools, making Denver wonder what kind of monsters these humans were.
Denver was a monster himself, but not towards a thief. If they could do this to her, then what would they not do to a murderer?
The bodyguards in charge of the torture were excited as they stared at him, mistaking him for Grant before they noticed the length of his hair and remembered him from the previous year.
"Denver, you…"
A punch sent him to the floor, his vision blurred, and he tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. Not only that, he could feel the loss of some teeth in his mouth, and the pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
When the next bodyguard was about to speak, Denver grabbed him by the throat. "How dare you do this?"
