“Bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!” Mr. Chansey screamed as he touched his scalded face. He was so furious he started pouncing on Sonya. Her quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a swift but deadly kick to Mr. Chansey’s crotch. “Argh!” he cried out in pain immediately and started rolling on the floor with his hands over his bruised member, his face turning a darker shade of purple by the second. “You disgust me!” she spat before turning around to leave the room. This caused her to bump into Ryan, who had been eavesdropping by the door the whole time. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “Nothing, I was just making sure you were doing okay in there,” he replied while shrugging his shoulders. His eyes instantly perked up at the sight of Mr. Chansey, who was writhing in pain on the floor. It was a good thing that she’d managed to mess him up, because if he’d stepped in, he’d surely make sure that Mr. Chansey won’t be using his hands ever again for the remainder of hi

The walk to the ward was tense, each step heavy with anticipation and the burden of the unknown. Upon entering the ward, the nurse left them alone, closing the door softly behind her. Ryan approached the little girl's bedside with a reverence, as if stepping into a sacred space. Mrs. Sonya watched him, her heart caught between hope and fear. The little girl lay pale and still. Ryan stood over her, his gaze intense as he observed her condition. Then, almost reverently, he fumbled with his ring. His fingers delicately manipulated the ring, activating it with a concentration that seemed to draw upon his very will. Closing his eyes, Ryan focused on the little girl. [Scan skill activated] The familiar tone that only he could hear rang in his head. Mrs. Sonya rushed beside her daughter and held her little hands, her eyes had a glint of hope. Ryan focused on the healing energy he believed he could channel, Ryan closed his eyes and concentrated deeply. The room fell into a

His legs stepped on an empty space badly before he could balance his body he had fallen down into an empty ditch! 'curses' He groaned as he felt the rejuvenating warm energy pulsate from the ring and spread all over his body while he laid down in the ditch looking up at the distant night sky. He was at the edge of death and the healing abilities of the ring prevented him from taking that last step. He struggled to grin as he thought of gus life so far, about a month ago he had gone from not giving a shit about his life to actually wanting to live so badly. The ring had given him hope and had well brought doom to his doorstep and at this moment a warm feeling pulsated from the ring and he felt the injury close. After about an hour, he crawled out of it with a strange expression on his face. *I'll hunt you all!" he muttered. ******* His heart pounded heavily in his chest seeing this henchmen in Mrs Sonya's daughter's ward. He tried to feel at ease too when he sa

“Bitch, I’ll fucking kill you!” Mr. Chansey screamed as he touched his scalded face. He was so furious he started pouncing on Sonya. Her quick reflexes allowed her to deliver a swift but deadly kick to Mr. Chansey’s crotch. “Argh!” he cried out in pain immediately and started rolling on the floor with his hands over his bruised member, his face turning a darker shade of purple by the second. “You disgust me!” she spat before turning around to leave the room. This caused her to bump into Ryan, who had been eavesdropping by the door the whole time. “What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “Nothing, I was just making sure you were doing okay in there,” he replied while shrugging his shoulders. His eyes instantly perked up at the sight of Mr. Chansey, who was writhing in pain on the floor. It was a good thing that she’d managed to mess him up, because if he’d stepped in, he’d surely make sure that Mr. Chansey won’t be using his hands ever again for the remainder of hi

Ryan's heart skipped a beat as panic began to settle in. The invitation card, his golden ticket to the evening's event, was missing. The realization hit him like a cold wave as he frantically searched his pockets once more, hoping against hope that he might have missed it somehow. "I'm telling the truth. Please, there must be some mistake," Ryan pleaded, his voice edged with desperation. The dim lighting of the entrance did little to hide the distress on his face.The bouncer, unimpressed and unmoved by Ryan's plea, crossed his arms. "No card, no entry. Those are the rules," he stated flatly, his gaze stern and unyielding.Ryan took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. He knew he had to act quickly or risk missing the event entirely. "Listen, I understand the situation, but I'm expected inside. Could you please check the list? My name is Ryan Smith, and I assure you, I am a VIP guest."Then the bouncer raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical The bouncer frowned at him, "Sorry