I could hear Haze’s screams and his bones breaking when I dislocated his right arm, and to be honest, it was so satisfying.

I took a step back, while he tried to stand up, but failed.

"You should thank me, Haze. Because even though you provoked my fucking patience, I’m still in my right mind,” I said as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

People gasped at the scene. Some were even recording me, so I knew what was going to happen in the coming days.

But why the fuck would I care? I already ...