Karl stared at his phone screen, fingers tapping against the counter in slow, measured beats. A faint smile played on his lips, something sharp lurking beneath the surface.
Emily had always been insufferable. Always looking down on him, always sneering, always acting like she was so much better. And now, after everything—the app, Rebecca, Chilie Jean twisting his thoughts—now she decided to waltz back into his life? Mocking him? Laughing at him?
How… delightful.
Karl let out a quiet chuckle, tilting his head slightly. The weight of guilt, the hesitations, the remnants of old morality—they were dissolving, piece by piece. Why should he feel bad? Why should he restrain himself?
He had power now. Real power.
Power that let him bend people common sense. Power that let him do things without consequence.
And Emily? His dear, sweet stepsister?
She had just given him an excuse.
