What a Man Wants

12.

The curtain covering the wall was slowly lifted.

In front of the wall sat an extremely ugly old man.

My heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't he the guy at the front desk of the hotel?

"Who's him?" My voice cracked.

"He has a lot of identities," Thomas said with a smile. "He is a soldier, a killer, and that perverted Ghostface who tortured you. And most importantly, he is also a father... Hannah's father."

What!

He... was Hannah's father?

"That's impossible."

"I didn't think so either, but he did escape from the fire and planned his revenge."

"Revenge? What do you mean?"

"Don't you get it? You're just his pawn!" Thomas roared at me. "He wants to see us kill each other, to do what we do now. He's the one behind everything!"

Thomas took out a button from his pocket and pressed it gently.

"Sizzle—"

The old man began to shake violently. In just a few seconds, his veins and eyes bulged!

It was an electric chair!

"Stop it, fuck!"

I lifted the gun.

Thomas turned it off.