Chapter 2: Wrong Person
The man he stabbed rolled on the ground, clutching his eye and begging for help.
"Please... please... take me to a hospital," he pleaded, tears mixing with the blood streaming down his face.
Neo stood over him with a merciless expression. They pushed him to act this way, so they couldn't blame him for being heartless.
Looking at the metal rod, he saw it tremble—not from fear, but from the adrenaline coursing through his body.
"You should have thought about that before trying to kill me," he sneered and delivered a brutal kick to the side.
The force sent the man sprawling, his cries turning into a gurgling moan.
No one dared to get close to him now. The metal rod in his hand, slick with blood, reminded everyone of what he was capable of.
They all thought he was just some naive rich kid.
But they couldn't have been more wrong. He was far from innocent.
He carried a dark secret, one hidden beneath layers of therapy and medication.
When his parents got murdered, grief sank him into a deep depression.