The rain poured down, turning the road muddy.

Squatting, Hugo lifted Richard's chin, rainwater streaming down. "You look quite a mess, Rick. Even I'm starting to feel sorry for you," he said, tightening his grip.

"What's your game? Just spit it out." Richard snapped, breaking free and staring fearlessly at Hugo.

"You're still stubborn, Rick. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Hugo drew a knife, tapping it lightly against Richard's cheek. His movements were gentle, almost as if he were using a handkerchief.

"I don't care." Richard's gaze seemed distant, as if focused on Pearl in the car. She sat draped in Hugo's coat, emotions flickering in her eyes.

If you want to die, I can grant

promised

discomfort evident. "I did, but now that you're pleading for him, aren't you

shook her head, her lips pressed tight. "I'm not afraid because I know you're a man of your

was still as clever as ever, knowing how to

what she admired in Richard. But he

I won't hurt him." Hugo released

it to Hugo. "Why don't you put this coat

told you, I don't want to see you

us if

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