Gray's fist slammed into Warren's face, each strike more forceful than the last, as Warren lay on the ground, desperately trying to protect himself. Blood oozed from his lips, yet he hardly reacted.
"This ends now! Today, you bastard!" Gray's voice was hoarse, brimming with fury and years of pent-up resentment.
Warren merely laughed—maniacally, his eyes glinting with a disturbing, twisted light.
For a brief moment, Gray hesitated, his anger causing him to pause just long enough for Warren to muster his remaining strength and push Gray away. He stumbled to his feet, his legs shaky, his face a gruesome sight.
Warren scoffed, wiping the blood from his mouth before erupting into another dark, unsettling laugh.
Gray's face contorted with confusion, then rage, and he lunged forward again—this time seizing Warren by the collar and slamming him against the railing at the rooftop's edge.
"You don't get to smile after everything you've done!" Gray growled, pushing Warren harder, his fury overwhelming him.
Students outside, drawn by the noise, looked up in shock as they saw Gray gripping Warren, who was perilously close to the edge.
"I said stop smiling, you jerk!" Gray yelled, his grip tightening.
But Warren's grin remained intact. He continued to smile—a madman's smile, hinting at something darker, something shattered.
Gray's face contorted with rage, but just as he pressed harder, Warren's foot struck Gray's stomach.
Gray lost his hold, stumbling back, and with a sickening thud, Warren fell over the railing.