Who was he? Lora sized him up.

A black mask covered most of his face, and it looked like that he traveled a long way here. His disheveled hair drooped at his forehead, covering his ferocious crimson eyes.

Certainly, he couldn't see her, and his hateful eyes were fixed on... Denny?

Why was he staring at Denny so hatefully?

While Lora was in confusion, the man walked through her phantom to Denny.

"Sir, are you getting into the wrong ward... ah!"

Before Elsa could finish, the man suddenly punched Denny on the nose.

Bang!

Blood splattered!

Awkwardly Denny hit the wall and fell to the floor before Elsa screamed out.

Lora also widened her eyes in shock and watched blankly as the man slowly approached Denny who curled up in pain.

The man dragged Denny up. Just half a head taller, the man somehow managed to lift Denny like a chicken and shoved him fiercely against the wall.

The next second, the man raised his arm and throttled Denny with his powerful fingers.

"Ah! H... help!"

Elsa screamed madly, and Henry rushed up to his rescue, but the man kicked him away before he could come closer. His fat body rolled, hit a corner, and he passed out.

Strangely, when such loud noises were made in the ward, it was all quiet outside. Not a single soul came.

The man kept tightening his grip. Like a plier, his arm strangled and lifted Denny.

Denny's toes were off the ground, and his handsome face was beaten black and blue. For the lack of oxygen, he turned purple and looked discomfited.

"I've warned you to treat her well. How dare you fail her!" Like the Yama sentencing a sinned spirit, he stared at Denny coldly with his crimson eyes.

His voice sounded hoarse and devilish. It came from the back of the black mask and carried murderous ferocity.

Her?

Who was her?

Lora drifted over and stared curiously at the man, only to find him unfamiliar. Although she didn't know who he was, she was glad to see Denny struggling desperately in his hands.

"You... you..." Denny looked at the man in horror and forced out a mumble.

"Yes, me." The man abruptly tightened his grip.

As blue veins popped up from his lean wrist, Denny instantly lost his voice.

"You shouldn't have failed her! And you shouldn't have lied to me that you would treat her well! If it was not for your promise, how would I..." The man was very emotional but stopped halfway through his speech.

Lora was at a loss. What did he mean?

"She is dead, and you will not live, either."

While Lora was baffled, the man's hoarse voice came again, followed by an appalling sound of bones breaking.

Crack!

As the man drew back his hand, Denny's body slid down like a rag. In a weird angle, his neck limply crooked.

He died!

He was killed! His death was terrible. The man snapped his neck!

"Ah! Mur... murder!"

While Lora was shocked, Elsa screamed in her greatest fear, collapsed to the floor, and crawled her way out. There was a pool of water beneath her dress, and before she went out, her eyes rolled, and she fainted.

The ward suddenly fell into eerie silence.

Like a sculpture, the man stood silently with his back towards the sickbed. Seemingly, he didn't dare to turn around.

Lora stared at him blankly as something dawned on her...

How was this possible? Was he avenging her?

But she didn't know him. This man had never been in her memory!