Chapter 57
- Alfonso paced back and forth in the cold, dim room, his breath coming out in short, angry bursts. His fists clenched and his jaw was tight.
- "What sort of twisted human are you?!" Alfonso ultimately shouted at the walls with his voice echoing. He felt the fury coursing through his veins, helplessness feeding his rage.
- "Hahaha... you fools" Vergio laughed, his slow, mocking laugh echoed back at him.