Norris Moore had died.
Right before his eyes, he had tragically witnessed her death.
His world had gone silent in that very instant.
His soul, too, had fallen into silence with her demise; he remained alive, existing in a world without her, like a breathing shell.
His heart was so numb with pain that he couldn't distinguish whether he had escaped the pain of that day or had become utterly entrenched in enduring, relentless agony.
He needed to stay for her revenge. Over the past half-month, he had thought of countless ways to torment this woman. Yet none were sufficient; no torture could compensate for the life Norris Moore had already lost.
He needed a way to exact revenge enough to make her suffer for a lifetime.
Fortunately, he hadn't been foolish to that extent; he finally had thought of a perfect way to make it up to Norris Moore.
