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Rody stepped into the freezer, seeking a break from the stifling heat. But what catched his eye is the locket. His heart pounds as he picks it up, revealing a picture of him and Manon inside—stained with red stains

Rody's stomach churned as he gazed at the locket, a wave of nausea threatned to overcome him. A cold sweat beads on his forehead, his mind racing through terrifying possibilities. He sensed a presence behind him

Vincent

Rody turned around to see Vince in the doorway, his eyes darker than ever. The last thing Rody saw before everything went black

When he woke up, bound and freezing, panic griped him. He forced himself to stay calm, remembering the matches. With stiff fingers, he managed to light them and burn through the ropes

The kitchen felt even more oppressive as he stepped out. He froze when he saw a plate on the counter labeled ‘Grilled Hanger Steak’—the dish he was supposed to take

As Vince emerged from his office and for a moment, they locked eyes. He saw something in Vincent's gaze before lunging at Rody, biting into his ear. The pain was searing and blinding

...As Vince hestitated, giving Rody a chance. He ran to the office, grabbed a broken wine bottle, and when Vincent charged, he drived it into Vincent's throat

It didn't killed him. Vince fell, choking on his blood, but his eyes remain locked on Rody. Rody knows he should leave, but something inside him snapped

Rody kneels beside him, the smell of blood and oil thick in the air. His hand hovers over his, and he can feel the life slipping away from him, Vince breathing shallow and ragged

Should he even try to save him?

He realized it might be too late. Blood pools around Vincent, his strength fading with each second. He’s torn between ending it and desperately seeking another way-To Save him

No answer comes, and the spark of mercy dims, overshadowed by the reality of what Vincent has become, what he’s done. Rody's hands still trembled when he made the choice: