Player 666

Freya shook her head, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave.

Did he really just say that?

Was this the same man begging for his life seconds ago?

And to think—she had almost spoken up for him.

Kyiv's voice rose, cracking with hysteria.

"You're someone's daughter?!" he screamed.

His eyes burned with anger, spit flying as he ranted.

"How do you think your parents would feel about what you just did?"

Freya's chest tightened.

"You killed a man! Turned him into a porcupine under the facade of survival!"

Her fingers twitched.

She could still feel the weight of her dagger in her palm. The sensation of steel sinking into flesh.

Kyiv's voice kept hammering into her skull.

"Admit it! You enjoyed it! You did it for the Nightmare Points!"

Freya's breath hitched.

"If that's not the case, transfer them! Transfer them, goddammit!"

His screams echoed in her ears.

Her pulse pounded.