(Present Day)
"Emilia... Emilia!" Dawson's voice cracked with desperation, raw and pleading as it echoed off the cold walls.
"Goodbye, Dawson," came the voice of the devil himself—calm, menacing, dripping with venom. His wide, sadistic grin distorted his handsome face as he leveled the gun with brutal precision.
"Dad!" Emilia’s terrified scream cut through the air. Her legs carried her forward before her mind could catch up, heart pounding like a drum of war.
Three deafening gunshots shattered the silence.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Dawson's body jerked violently with each hit, then crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap.
"I warned you, girl," the man hissed, his voice cold and unforgiving as he stalked toward her. "Betray me again, and I’ll kill him in front of you."
His gaze was soulles
