Colin saw a kind of madness in those nearly swollen shut eyes that felt hauntingly familiar.
This madness was almost identical to that of the employees who had lost control on the train...
Had it not been for the chains that restrained him, he had no doubt that this guy would have violently snapped.
Whether he was a former employee was unclear, but it was certain that he was beyond help.
"By the way, where's the 'Phantom Witch'? She didn't go out again, did she? What is she doing locking up a former employee like this? Raising him like a pig for slaughter?"
As Colin thought of the "Phantom Witch" eating flesh, he was perplexed. Suddenly, there she was, materializing out of thin air, her delicate beauty and pale complexion set off by a black, intricate lace Gothic coat dress...the "Phantom Witch."
What happened next made Colin's gaze turn slightly rigid.
