Requiem: Chapter 40

When the light turned on again when it was feathering, he was startled and felt even more disoriented than the first time it happened.. It wasn't much off or Stephen started to hyperventilate. He shook his head. Fortunately, his headache was a lot less. He tried to control his breath and breathe the right way. Soon he felt the pressure on his chest pulling away. But if that lunatic turned the lights on and off every time... the reason for that took shape. They wanted to tire him, wipe him off. Whenever he almost slept, turn on the light was a torture method, a blow to the body of the victim in question.

“Coward! Dirty filthy killer, come out and show you a man instead of hiding behind walls. You're afraid of your own shadow. Then kill me, I'm not afraid to die, you've already taken everything from me, what are you waiting for?Stephen's head was red with rage. He was now more than ever worthy of his nickname Furious. The little fluid left in his mouth flew in white flakes with his words. His fear was pushed away by a rage bubbling out of him already a source unexpectedly tapped.

Then the door in the wall opened and Michael came in. Stephen's voice stopped when he saw the man come in. How was it possible that someone like that had committed all those murders. It was indeed a Eurasian and this time he had not draped a spooky cloth on him like Suzy's murder. It was about six feet tall, which was quite long for a Eurasian. A tenchy appearance, probably not an ounce of fat too much and muscle that looked steel-hard, seen from the narrow vest he wore and accentuated his muscular upper body. The only thing Stephen found so striking about him was his eyes. They were so fierce and focused on him that the fear he had just denied felt clearly in the rising rhythm of the beating of his heart. They were eyes in which madness excelled. His gaze then went mechanically to Michael's hands. He had some kind of gummistok stuck. He wouldn't die now, Stephen thought. If Michael had brought his Nihonto, on the contrary, it would have been different.. Stephen was tight on what was to come.

“What the hell did I do to you?? What did my sister Suzy do to you and Yukiko Mitsukai's parents? Why did you kill them?? If you kill me, at least give me the truth.. Give me that mercy and let me know why I must die.’