*****For what felt like an eternity, no one was able to react. They stood frozen, staring in a trans, their mouths agape and their eyes almost popping out of their sockets with sheer disbelief.It was as though they were witnessing the impossible—the sight of a corpse that had long been buried and forgotten, clawing its way out of the grave.Aside from the anguished screams of the figure writhing frantically in the dirt, an oppressive silence hung over the scene right now. It felt as though the very definition of sound itself had vanished, leaving the onlookers ensnared in an unsettling, suffocating stillness.This persisted until, eventually;“What... what just happened?” someone stammered, their trembling voice echoing the unspoken question lingering in every mind, and as soon as everyone heard him, their eyes turned to the still expressionless Xavier, their stares heavy with a blend of fear and suspicion.It was as if he were a sort of nightmarish being pulled straight from

*****"His… son is here—with so many entourages!?! " the neighbors sat frozen in terror, staring dazedly at the commotion caused by the vehicles.This lasted for what felt like an eternity before eventually, a shared instinct for survival took over them and without hesitation, they leaped to their feet in a frenzy, desperate to escape.Before they could turn to flee in different directions, the thunderous roar of the approaching engines extinguished any hope of escape. Then the drivers, showing no concern for their vehicles, charged forward with an air of absolute dominance, as if they owned the world.In an instant, more than five police cruisers and a sleek, intimidating SUV closed in around the crowd.As soon as this happened, the atmosphere grew heavy with tension, and the onlookers felt their breath catch, trapped between their lungs and throats as if the gravity of the moment had robbed them of the ability to breathe.They watched in stunned, fearful silence as the officer

*****“This…” A collective gasp finally rippled through the crowd after what felt like an eternity had passed, shattering the heavy silence as all eyes locked on the old landlord, who remained sprawled face-first in the dirt.“What… what just happened?” Someone stuttered, refusing to believe their eyes.Even the obese old man stayed frozen in shock, to the extent that he wasn’t able to spit out the gritty soil invading his mouth.Although he hadn’t seen the culprit when he fell, the truth now struck him like a cruel joke. It was his son’s foot—his own son’s foot—that had caused his humiliation.‘This can’t be real,’ he thought, his mind whirling in denial.‘My son wouldn’t trip me to make such a huge joke of me!’‘Even if he did, it must not be intentional! Definitely not!’A storm of conflicting thoughts churned in his mind, each more absurd than the last, and this lasted for what felt like an eternity before he finally forced himself to lift his gaze to Barth, expecting some

*****Years ago, Barth had lived in constant fear that his secret would be exposed, that he would be asked to account for the resources given to him. But as time passed, and the Blackwoods’ trust in him solidified, his apprehension faded.With no one to challenge him, he grew bolder, redirecting every penny of the resources intended for the needy into his own pockets. Yet, now that he was already certain the Blackwood family had completely forgotten about the charity he managed for them, he was finally questioned.The world seemed to halt as Darius's question echoed, Barth’s confidence shattering with a speed visible to the eyes and giving way to sheer terror.Before he could think of concocting a defense, however, Darius’s voice cut through the heavy silence again.“Additionally,” he said, his tone razor-sharp, “If I recall correctly, my father has been transferring a substantial monthly allowance to you since then—based on your reports—for food and clothing to aid those you cla

***** "Argh!!!" "This is Death!!!" "Mercy!!!" "Spare us!!!" The relentless, blood-curdling screams cut through the dark night, each wail raw with agony, sounding as though the owners' skin were being peeled with the blunt edge of rusted blades, each cry piercing the hearts of those who dared to listen, stretching time into an unbearable eternity. Only when the voices began to weaken, however—breaking into shallow, rattling gasps—did the savage mob finally begin to hesitate, the fear of murder creeping in, forcing their rage to simmer. Yet, by then, the arrogant, overweight father and son were unrecognizable. Once clad in luxurious, expensive clothes, they now lay sprawled like grotesque parodies of their former selves, their clothes torn and soaked in blood, grime, and sweat, while their swollen faces and brutalized bodies looked almost inhuman. Despite the brutal beating—enough to have sent most to their graves were it not for the duo's excessive bulk—the mob’s