The silence was deafening. The temperature in the room perceptibly below ten degrees. Close to the bed, a nurse dropped the instrument tray as shock gripped her. It clattered to the floor with the frequency that made ear ring and listening impossible. "What—" Dr. William found his voice after silence that lasted ten seconds, still breaking in shock. "— did you just say?" The shock was instantly replaced with Something else. Caution. As though everyone was standing on land mines they weren't aware was under their feet all along. Nurses stepped back with quiet steps in fear and caution. A junior doctor grabbed a syringe with trembling hands, gripping it like a weapon for defense rather than for its primary purpose. They saw Killian as a threat now. Deadmoo? The most horrible place known to the world, where massacre meant celebrations, where animals of humans were harboured because ordinary prison was luxury for bloody criminals that commit crimes for fun. "Mrs. Whitmo

Mrs. Whitmore rushed to the bedside with speed that suggested panic when the weight of nightmarish reality finally shattered through despair. On the bed, Aria laid motionless, eyes shut tight in sleep that would last eternity. Gone. She broke down in tears beside the bed, shaking the static body with vigorous force that couldn't revive a dead body. "Aria.. Please wake up... please..wake up baby.." The room fell into silence that allowed ghost to cross the room. Dr. Williams head slumped as failure hit him like a physical blow, nurses stood with expression that wasn't quite mourning but pity and disappointment for a job that failed after 11 hrs effort. Killian was close to the door, watching everything quietly without moving. Mrs. Whitmore suddenly spun back and rushed to Killian, dropping to her knee at his feet and shaking his leg. "Please. Please. Help me. Help my daughter. Please do something." Tears burst down to her cheek like a dam blown by pressure. "Honey—" Mr. Whitm

The woman's expression was utterly shocked, the glass of wine immediately hot on her lips like acid had spread to the tip of the glass."What are you talking about?" Her brow was deeply arched in confusion. "This drink is..poisoned?" Her voice trembled slightly. Her name was Vivianne Cross, the first child of the Prestigious Cross family, S-class family in the city with properties sprawling across the New York. Men chased after her like honey seeking her heart, women are jealous of her beauty and elegant posture that was similar to a modeling figure but none had dared to go beyond the admiration because Vivianne sets the standard, the icy CEO of Cross Consortium.This particular date had been decided by her family for a solid relationship with the family of the man across from her who'd been chasing her heart for several months, and she'd only came because she wanted her family to leave her neck unbeknownst to her that he had cruel ulterior motive.Meaning while, the man across from

Jack's face turned a crimson shade of Jealousy and Fury, his fist trembling violently at the side."You think I fucking care about your pretty face!!" He Screamed— Gutteral and Feral. His arm shot forward like whip, a cocktail of rage, bitterness and jealousy of seeing the woman he had been chasing defending the nobody(killian) and that even made him detest Killian more.Vivianne couldn't react quickly. Jack's fist was coming straight to condemn her Pretty face permanently.Killian moved faster than anything with speed. With a single palm, he stopped the punch without even Breaking from the spot like a statue. The impact sounded like thunderclap. Jack stumbled back one step nearly losing his balance. Killian didn't wait for that to happen. He went for his stomach with a powerful punch, breezing past Vivianne's side, her Hair flapping gently in the air.Crack!The sound of bone breaking echoed— sharp and wet. Jack's jaw was forced open, air forcing out of his Lung. His body flew back