บท 144: Jason The Kidnapper

"Oh, boy, you go out of your way to do a good deed, but people still see you as a villain," Jason said, seeing his sister pretend to call the cops on him.

"Enough with the jokes, J. Help me calm her down," Jason muttered as he stepped out of the balcony and into the living room carrying the weeping brown-haired girl in a princess carry. She clutched her plush toy tightly, burying her face into it as muffled sobs escaped her. Arriving behind the couch, Jason unceremoniously dropped her onto it without warning.

The sudden motion caused the girl to stop crying out of shock, her tear-streaked face frozen in surprise. But soon enough, she scrambled to her feet, clutching her plush doll, and bolted toward the door. Just as her fingertips grazed the doorknob, she stopped abruptly. Jason, who should have been behind her, now stood firmly between her and the door, blocking her escape with an intimidating presence.