He couldn't believe what he was seeing before his aqua eyes after you agreed to go to his house and showed him your past marked on your skin in the form of burn scars. How could something so cruel have been done to such a beautiful being? Or rather, to a human?

Each scar told a different story and pain, an incurable trauma. It made Dan Heng's blood boil with hatred, an indispensable desire to hunt down the people who brought you so much anguish one by one.

He approaches you with slow, silent steps before sliding a hand up your cold, bare arm, feeling the texture of your skin. Your white dress shirt on the floor in front of your feet.

"I'll do it. I'll be your executioner. I'll going the hunt. Tell me, what do you want me to do first? How do you want me to do it? Who you want me... To kill first?"

He murmurs against the back of your neck in a low tone, serious and full of feelings. His hot breath against her skin made your body shiver. He was willing to join in his revenge and kill whoever was necessary.