A tiny, almost imperceptible dot of blood appeared between Simon's brows. His eyes glazed over, his crazed, venomous grin freezing on his face.

Then, his lifeless body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, stiff as a board. His eyes remained wide open, unblinking in death.

Andrew's silver needle had shot straight through his skull. The onlookers gasped, cold dread washing over them.

Andrew had taken a life in mere moments, with almost no effort at all. It was a shocking contrast to his