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.

of conflicts happen around the world every day. It was hard to determine who was right

necessarily be wrong, while saving someone may not necessarily be

murdered a vicious and wicked thug, that was akin to public

vicious and wicked thug, that was akin to freeing

this world weren't black and

right or wrong would

a few minutes, the door opened and Vincent walked out, his knife still

knife into a trash can

the underworld and

from getting his revenge. Instead, his head was hanging; he looked despondent, as if he had lost his soul. Suddenly, he collapsed on

crouched down

get up. He simply lay crumpled on the floor

you think heaven

do. Be

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