COLD

Chapter 69 Revenge.

"And also." The man called out.

She paused her actions and looked back at him.

"There are rumors of him having hysteria, be careful so he doesn't flare up." He warned.

She nodded and stepped out. The door closed behind her as she slipped her hands into her dark brown coat. Making her way through the dirty paths, she stopped and looked at the house one last time before walking in.

"Hello!" She called out as she walked pass the broken bottles on the floor. The chairs and cabinets were all flipped over and some broken parts littered around the room.

Dust covered everything she walked pass, making it seem like it had been abandoned for years. She walked farther into the house, every step she took echoed through the passage.

The clicking sound coming from the adjacent room made her pause. The door was closed but something told her to go in.

Her eyes fell on the door handle. It was old and rusty. What could have resulted to him leaving in this kind of place?

She grabbed the handle and twisted it open. Her eyes fell on the old bed laying across the room. The sheets were scattered but the room looked neater than the rest she passed.

She walked in and looked around the room. There wasn't much furniture, just a chair and a table at the far end beside the window, an old wardrobe with broken handles and a cabinet with the drawers scattered around it.

The books on the table drew her attention. She was about to proceed into the room when she heard a voice speak up from behind her.

"Who are you?" The voice asked and when she looked back, it disappeared into the shadows.

She walked out of the room, looking left and right but saw nobody there. Strange, was she imagining things.

She shrugged it off and walked back into the room, only to find someone sitting on the chair beside the window with his head down.

She was shocked at first, thinking how he managed to pass without her seeing him. Her hand slipped into her pocket as she walked closer to him.

"Who are you?" The man on the chair asked, his voice full of warnings, telling her to back off.

She didn't stop. Pulling the shades off her face, she stopped beside the chair and dropped it on the table. "If you look up, you'd remember who I am." She said.

She noticed the hesitance in his movements but minutes later, he looked up at her. A smile appeared on her face.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I need your help." She replied, fiddling with what was in her pocket.

He scoffed and looked away. "You need my help? Sorry but there's nothing I can do for you."

She let out a low chuckle, pulling something out of her pocket, she placed it on the table and leaned closer. "Perhaps you know who this is and I'm sure you hate her with every bone in your body. Let's join together and take our revenge."

Her smile grew wider, seeing he was staring at the picture with his hands clenched.

He slammed his hand on the table, his eyes turning red as he stared at the picture on the table.

"Yes, I know how you feel and I know deep down that you want your revenge. Are you in or not, they have a big occasion coming up, perfect time to strike." She added, knowing he won't want to miss the opportunity.

She looked down at his hand and saw his knuckles were red from clenching them too hard.

He let out a heavy sigh, his mind made up as he asked, "What occasion?"