When I finally tried to leave and find some peace, Karl appeared out of nowhere, his smile growing more smug when he saw my pale face.
"Long time no see, old classmate," he said with a mocking tone.
"Five years have passed, and you still don’t recognize me?"
He paused for a moment before adding, "By the way, I have to thank you. If you hadn’t taken me home that night, I wouldn’t have found my enemy."
I clenched my fists, my entire body stiff with cold fury as I glared at him.
"Enemy?" I spat, my voice thick with rage. "What do you mean by that? What did my parents ever do to you that justified you going to such lengths to dismember them and kill them so cruelly?!"
In front of me, Karl dropped the pretense, his expression turning vicious.
"Sorry to you?" he sneered. "You should be asking them how they're sorry to me! If it weren't for them, my father's company wouldn't have gone bankrupt, and he wouldn't have been driven to jump off a building. You destroyed everything I had, and now I'm just taking revenge. Can't stand it?"
His words stabbed through me like daggers.