Bab 130: Target of Revenge

Stanley felt a faint sense of glee as the mayor died right in front of him. It was a more physical response to the mayor's death than a mental one, which surprised him a lot.

Had he wanted to kill this man so much?

Maybe he had, which was why this was happening. There was no other possible way why he should be felling happy and glad to see the man dead.

Sheila and Freddy had stopped what they were doing, and Sheila gulped when she saw Stanley kill the man.

"You… you really killed him?" she asked, confused if she should be even asking that in the first place.

"Stanley…" Freddy tried to speak. "Didn't we need answers?"

"He wasn't going to give us any," Stanley said as he pulled the sword from the mayor's dead body. The sword dropped from his hand and clanged on the floor as he stood up.

"But the door," Freddy asked. "Don't we need him to open it?"