Madeline stood motionlessly at the door and looked at the man who was pointing the gun at her.

Her erratic heart started calming down slowly.

Jeremy was pointing the gun at her, and there was still some wet blood on his palms. There were also splatters of blood on his brown leather jacket.

His eyes were deep as night and filled with killing intent and malice. At this moment, they were staring straight at Madeline heatedly.

He looked just like a demon who had gone through a massacre. A murder