Rosalie furrowed her brows. She pondered for a moment before saying, "I can't decide for you. It's not wrong of you to take revenge. If you're going to torture him, can I head up first? I don't want to see you do it." The image was too gory and Rosalie was worried she might have nightmares.

Vincent turned around and realized that Rosalie's face had turned pale.

She was frightened indeed. She was a proper lady, unlike him who had seen it all. Of course she would be frightened.

Rosalie was a clean sheet of paper, while his hands were all covered with blood.

"Go on upstairs. I'll head up in a while."

Rosalie nodded, then turned to leave the basement.

After she headed upstairs and closed the door, she could hear sounds from the basement.

The man who was being tortured couldn't make a sound. All she could hear were sounds Vincent made, some of which came from the piercing of a knife, or something that was overturned. Rosalie covered her ears and leaned against the wall.

around the world every day. It was hard

while saving someone may

a vicious and wicked thug, that was akin

to freeing a tiger and would only cause

world weren't black and white and nothing was absolute in

absolute right or wrong would

opened and Vincent walked out, his knife

into a trash

go to the

Vincent, and didn't see the joy from getting his revenge. Instead, his head was hanging; he looked despondent, as if he had lost his

crouched down to help

He simply lay crumpled on

you think

"I do.

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