Grand Viper descended the stairs, step by step, wearing a twisted grin on his face. "Brat, I may not be able to kill your old man, but taking out a little rat like you? That's nothing."

Quinton shrank back, crawling in a panic. "You damn bastards, all of you—may you die horrible deaths! I swear, even if I become a ghost, I'll haunt every last one of you!"

His screams were filled with panic, regret, and hatred. It was the sound of a man who finally realized just how badly he had miscalculated