"I thought I made it clear I don't want to see you again!"
Tyler pointed the gun at Corey, who was slumped on the cozy couch, staring at him. He puffed a cigarette and looked up at Tyler, smirking.
"But I want to see you," he scoffed. "Is that how you welcome visitors in your new home? Didn't you miss me?"
"How the f**k did you find out where I live!"
"Let's just say… I was born with magic and some superpowers!"
"Tell me how the f**k did you know where I live!" he bolted towards him and pointed a gun at him. "God! Did you follow me here!"
He smirked, looking up at him, not a single spark of fear in his eyes. That shocked Tyler. With a gun pointed on his forehead, he showed no sign of fear whatsoever.
"You can't do it, can you?"
"Do what!"
"Kill me! You don't have the ball
