Return of Overthinker

Chapter 181

James found himself in the empty prison again, the stench of blood thick in the air, pooling on the cold stone floor around the lifeless bodies of the prisoners he had killed.

The thirst for power had taken hold of him, a relentless craving that consumed his thoughts and actions, much like an addict's insatiable need for a fix.

Each act of killing brought a fleeting sense of euphoria, but it was always followed by a desire for demanding more and more.

The prison, once a place of containment, had become a butcher please for James.

As he stood amidst the carnage, James glanced at his blood-streaked hands and then at the phone that vibrated in his pocket.

The name "Father" flashed on the screen.

"What's up, Dad?" he answered, his voice devoid of emotion, echoing through the desolate halls.

"I heard you used my authority again to kill the prisoners," his father's voice crackled through the receiver, a mix of anger and concern evident.

The sound of it brought a twinge of regret, but James