I rolled my eyes and couldn’t breathe when I was grabbed by Sucre. Moreover, my feet left the ground, and Sucre lifted me up with his hands.
Sucre grinned and said, “I don’t want to kill you either, but I can’t get out of here without killing you. Don’t blame me! Blame yourself for coming to Connecticut Hospital.”
“Hel… hel… help...”
I let out a faint cry for help from between my teeth.
Sucre grabbed my neck with one hand and grabbed my entire face with the other, and I knew right away that he was going to break my neck.
Make me die the same way he did!
Scapegoat?
In the East, there is a saying that the ghosts of those who die unexpectedly will stay in the place where they died, and then kill the newcomers the same way. Thus they will be able to escape from the sea of suffering an
