Sean stared at the burning orphanage and closed his eyes for a moment. The sound of screams, the smell of smoke, and the cries of children filled the night. But to him, it wasn’t horror — it was music. He hummed softly, as if enjoying a melody, and raised both hands in the air like a conductor leading an orchestra. The fire danced in his eyes as he swayed, completely lost in his own twisted world.
Then, with one sharp move, he leapt down from the roof of the three-storey building. His body crashed into a woman who had been running, knocking her to the ground. She gasped and cried out as Sean pinned her with little effort.
“Please… just please let the children go,” she begged, her voice trembling. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clawed at the ground, desperate to escape.
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