Chapter 92 The Intervention

• The knife that Dave once gripped tightly in his hand, clattered to the ground as he screamed. His pupils dilated as the sharp pain coursed through his arm, his wrist snapped back at an unnatural angle— a sickening crack that was both loud and visceral. His hand, still holding the knife moments before, now dangled uselessly by his side.
• Dave's breath hitched as he looked at his broken hand with wide eyes, his eyes already watering.
• "Arghmm," he let out— a pained groan escaping his throat as he could not believe his eyes.