"You're asking for trouble!"

Ethan, now a puppet controlled by the drug, had lost his mind. His hand was around the old woman's neck, pinning her hard against the door frame.

His face was now beastly, like a bloodthirsty wild animal. Just looking at him made the old woman forget to breathe, not to mention that her weak neck was being squeezed by his hand.

Vivian, who had taken a hard fall and hit her head, was slowly coming back to her senses.

But she still couldn't ...