"Stop yelling, you hillbilly. While you were busy having your fun, I already dealt with your little buddy." Ethan slowly stepped out of the room.
Bruno glanced around, his eyes darting in every direction. The place was eerily empty—completely silent, not a single soul in sight.
Everyone… dead?
A wave of pure terror washed over him. He had killed them all—silently, without a trace. Not even the bodies remained, as if they had vanished into thin air. It was beyond unsettling. It was horrifying.
"I'll kill you!"
Bruno roared, summoning every ounce of rage he had left. His massive, bear-like frame charged straight at Ethan. His movements were powerful, his momentum unstoppable, but there was a tragic futility to it—like a moth flying straight into a flame.
It was the desperate charge of a warrior making his final stand.
Bruno poured all his anger, fear, and despair into his fist, aiming a devastating punch at Ethan's face.
