OSWALD, without any atom of patience, quickly headed for his closet, at the base level of it. In there, there was another compartment, a small compartment which he opened with ease, there was a lot of keys scattered in it, he quickly reached out for a particular bunch, and grabbed it, his anger already hitched up to the highest level, his inner demon demanding for blood.

He stood up and briskly headed for the door, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth, all in a bid to suppress his anger.

"The hell!" He spat out. "Why isn't she scared of me, and why the hell is she heart hardened?" He...