"You're getting soft with these guys, mi esposa." Eutimio said while hugging you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist.

It's been two weeks, but you haven't gotten used to your new life and environment. How are you going to kill those innocent people when you haven't killed anyone in your original life.

He held your right hand and guided it toward your hammer, saying, "Come on, do it." He urged you while a captive victim was tied up on the chair.

You're both in a concealed cell at your warehouse, not far from the manor.