Drink

The women ran away, but Evelyn wouldn't let them; she threw her knife, stabbing them from behind until they collapsed.

Meanwhile, the surviving men were trying to finish her off even though all their attacks just missed; every time Evelyn swung her knife, someone would die until, in the end, there was only one person left, the first one who opened his mouth when he met her.

"Mercy..."

A drink bottle shattered inside his mouth until the man's jaw was broken; as he cried, the knife slit his throat.

"Now it's just you... Jojo."

Going up to the second floor, Evelyn could see a large man sitting on a sofa as many women drooped limply in his company. She had already used them, so it was almost difficult for them to get up.

"Who is this? Are you Evelyn?"

"Long time no see, Jojo, well you're still giving women a hard time... the first time I was in pain, you know."

"So, what do you want?"

"Of course, your life, I will savour every bit of that body of yours."