The quiet hospital room lit up with a warm yellow nightlight, casting a cozy glow on the stark white walls.
This formed a stark contrast to the fierce and cruel look in the man's eyes.
He held a black silenced pistol and swiftly walked to the bedside, pressing it against the woman's forehead and fired three shots.
Just as the corners of the man's mouth behind the mask began to curl, he realized there was no blood on the woman's forehead; instead, a creepy clown-like laugh echoed.
The man knew he had been tricked but it was too late.
A current spread throughout his body, making him tremble violently, his face contorted in pain, and the pistol dropped to the floor with a clang.
He fell to the floor in agony, his body numb, unable to move, and his breathing feeble.
Turning his head, he saw An Yan's smiling face under the bed and the stun gun in her hand.
He watched incredulously as the person under the bed crawled out and tore off the human skin mask right before his eyes.
