His face appeared pale. He was sickened with fear. Sweat was profusing heavily out of his body, and so was his blood from the injured part. His voice sounded so shaky like an individual who was staring at his own death. His breath was faster than ever. Needless to say, he knows it was all over for him.

However, amid his dying condition, he managed to speak. This time, he did not command Maggie nor abuse her. Instead, his tone sounded strange like the voice of a coward who he always accuses others to be. "Please, spare my life! I accept my defeat!" his lips were shaking, even his hands...