"Conny Hughes, you once had the chance to enjoy your old age peacefully, but you've ruined that opportunity. You swapped out my father's medicine, quickening his death. I thought perhaps my father could forgive you because he was always like a saint, so I didn't take your life. But now you've hurt my woman, I'm no saint, I won't forgive you. And you, you married a man who killed the person who loved you most in this world, yet you have lived twenty years without a trace of regret. You should both go to Inferno together..." Joshua Hughes's voice was soft, as gentle as snowflakes drifting by, but upon listening closely, each drifting snowflake was like a sharp blade, slicing through Conny Hughes and Grace Roe's bodies. Tiny wounds slowly oozed blood, unstoppable, covering their entire beings as if subjected to a thousand cuts.
