"What happened next?" The man gripped the knife in his hand tightly.
"Then my father gave away my youngest sister." The woman said, trembling.
"The sound it made while sucking out the brain matter is something I'll never forget, right below the window. It sucked slowly, as if it was savoring some kind of delicacy."
"It might have taken the entire night to suck out my sister's brain. By dawn, all we found below the window was a withered corpse."
The woman's body shook violently, her teeth clattering noisily, merely recalling the scene filled her with immense fear.
It's clear that what happened back then left an indelible impression on her young mind, with the terror magnified exponentially.
The next moment, she suddenly became agitated, leaping to her feet and charging like a crazed tiger toward a corner of the room.
Sitting there was Roger.
"What are you doing?" The man instinctively stepped forward, blocking the woman's path.
