One morning, he was in the lounge, laying on the couch. A deadly smile not leaving his lips while snapping his fingers with the sound of it echoing in the air. “3…” His smile grew wider, the secret no one knew. Evoking an unexplainable amount of evilness. Another snap, “2,” He was done being mistreated. He wanted everyone to suffer, to pay for how they treated him. Never considered him anything. Snap, “1,” Couldn’t work? Couldn’t satisfy his wife? Couldn’t take care of the family? Couldn’t do anything? He had decided to show them all. The secret he never told anyone. “Now,” The second the sound of the final snapping...