He looked at the old woman, suffocating with fear, and slowly retreated, advancing towards her, crying, and her body began to shiver.

But it all ended when Mila stood in front of her with feigned strength.

But the trembling of her fingertips was easily explaining her condition: "You won't hurt her, and you won't kill my companion."

She uttered a loud voice to push the woman out, shut the door, shut it, and turned around, staring at him, her tears flowing.

You know the end of it; you know she's going to die.

"Oh really?" He tilted his head sarcastically, plucking a bottle from his hand and tearing his shirt...