"Oscar! Don't push it too far!" David Abel instinctively retreated, neither wanting his leg nor arm broken.
"Then both will break." Oscar Moreland couldn't be bothered to continue talking, he stood up, "Keep it quiet when you play."
Just as he was about to step out, he turned back and added, "Leave him a breath."
"Oscar!" Just as the door closed, Oscar heard David's howl, "No! No! I choose, Oscar I choose!"
Click.
The door closed tightly.
No more sound came from inside. Standing at the door, Oscar lit a cigarette, his gaze deep and chilling.
After finishing the cigarette, he extinguished the butt under his leather shoe and said as he took a step, "Too late."
The hallway became empty and quiet, leaving only that lonely cigarette butt on the ground.
The Wilsons.
Sophia Wilson hadn't left her bedroom since the incident broke out.
