1 Revenge

On a stormy night, a couple was engrossed in making love in the villa's hall.

Julie's legs were lifted high up, and she looked at the man in front of her with her blurry eyes, panting continuously.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning. She tilted her head slightly and was shocked.

"What's wrong?" The man on top of her also felt the woman's strangeness.

"There's, there's someone outside the window?" Julie had already hidden behind Bob, but she did not dare to take another peak at the window.

A "man" was seen standing outside the window. His short hair was already wet from the rain, sticking to his cheeks. He was small in stature with sunken cheeks, and his features were unclear due to the backlight.

He reached out his withered hand and opened the window. Bob saw that he only had three fingers, and the movement of opening the window was also stiff.

"Hey! You bastard, get out of here!" Bob picked up the vase on the table and assumed a defensive posture.

On the other hand, Julie picked up a pillow and placed it in front of her chest, as if it could comfort her.

Upon entering the living room, that 'man' revealed a terrifying smile. One of his eyes was missing its eyeball, and a hideous scar covered half of his face. When he smiled, the scar became even more grotesque and contorted. Additionally, he was missing a front tooth, giving him a slightly comical appearance.

"Hehe, so it's you?" Bob was a little scared at first, but after seeing who it was, he put the vase back and sat lazily on the sofa.

"Darling? You? Who is he?" Julie's voice was still trembling.

"You don't know her? Take a closer look. Who is this damn thing?" Bob's expression was filled with disdain, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Julie carefully identified the person in front of her and was shocked.

Her shoulders suddenly relaxed. She walked forward and tugged at the man's hair. "Haha, I was wondering who it was."

She circled the man. "Mary, I'm quite happy to see you in this state."

The woman in front of them could no longer be called human. Mary was so thin that she weighed less than 80 pounds. Her whole body was soaked by the rain, and even though her clothes were tight against her skin, it was impossible to tell she was a woman. The original color of her clothes was also indistinguishable, and if she didn't move, she would look like a corpse.

"Idiot, are you out of prison?" Bob leaned lazily on the sofa.

Now that he knew who it was, he was no longer worried.

What else could she do?

Mary's expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile, and her eyes shone brightly.

"Ah!" Julie clutched her abdomen with all her might, while a shiny dagger was plunged into her thigh.

"Yes, I crawled out of hell to take your lives."

Julie struggled to retreat, and Bob quickly grabbed his wife.

While he was focused on Julie, Mary swung the knife towards him. However, her strength was too weak, and only managed to graze his arm.

"Damn it!" Bob pushed Mary away and took the knife.

"Damn it, you still want to kill me?" Bob gave Mary a backhand slap before grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the corner of the table.

Mary had no strength to resist and finally fell to the ground.

Bob didn't let her go. He kicked her a few more times, then squatted down and pinched her chin hard, forcing Mary to look up at him.

"You bitch, do you think you can just..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a dagger was mercilessly plunged into his heart. As Bob fell, his eyes remained wide open, filled with disbelief.

"Yes, I can," Mary said.

She now knelt on top of Bob's body, with blood flowing from her head covering the one remaining eye. But at that moment, her eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty joy.

"You seem to like my ghostly appearance, don't you? Then let me give you a matching one."

With a smirk on her lips, Mary retrieved the dagger and began stabbing Bob's body one by one.

First, she went for his eyes, then his nose, mouth, and neck...

Julie watched in utter terror from behind as Mary continued her gruesome act. She trembled as she reached for her phone, but before she could call for help, Mary kicked her away without warning.

Holding the dagger, Mary looked down at her from a height and said, "Miss Julie, what kind of appearance do you like?"

A big smile spread across her grotesque face.

At this point, Mary's vision had become blurry. She could hear the villa's gate being slammed open, and see blurry figures rushing in, but she couldn't move.

As Will looked down at the dying Mary, he felt a mix of emotions.

He crouched down and said, "Madam, it's me, Will."

Hearing Will's voice, Mary regained a bit of consciousness.

She struggled to raise her hand and grabbed Will's suit sleeve. "Take me to see him."

After saying this, she never woke up again.

As Mary opened her eyes again, she found herself "drifting" in a sea of white, surrounded by people dressed in white clothes.

She felt confused but had an obsession in her heart. She grabbed the person next to her and asked, "Have you seen Gwyn?"

But the people around her had vacant expressions and didn't even look at her when she grabbed them.

Eventually, as she pushed recklessly through the crowd, she was apprehended.