God damn it

Myra tried to grab onto the doorknob, but Thomas was already pulling her further from the door. Hot tears were streaming past her cheeks, but she gritted her teeth and kicked harshly at the door, even as she was being hauled away.

Meanwhile, he felt a rush of anger and frustration at the girl’s relentless struggle. He brought his hand up, but just as he was about to slap her hard across the face again, the door was kicked open from the outside.

Thomas was startled as the door slammed open with a violent ‘bang’. Almost instantly, a man with a thunderous expression strode through the entry and landed a harsh kick against Thomas’ sternum, sending him flying backward.

“Y-You…” His eyes widened when he took in the familiar face before him and he faltered as panic rose in him.

Thomas knew the man. He knew him so well that the recognition itself made his bones tremble with fear. This was the man who haunted the urban legends of Bradfort City—Tony Hart, the fourth son of the Hart family and y