Ryan Roth twisted his body, struggling. The things he'd been carrying had long since scattered across the floor. He screamed for help, but with almost no one living nearby, his cries were only answered by the biting winter wind…
"Joyce Monroe! You're a lunatic! I don't believe you'd really dare to kill me!"
"After I was kidnapped all those years ago, the police arranged for a full examination, including a psychiatric evaluation. They said I was… not quite right in the head…"
Joyce Monroe fiddled with the nail in her hand. "Tell me, if a mentally ill person kills someone, does it still count as murder?"
Hearing this, Ryan Roth's scalp went numb.
"You… you…" His lips trembled, his teeth chattering as he spoke. "You're bluffing. You wouldn't dare!"
"Want to test that?"
Joyce Monroe was standing in front of him now. As she drew near, he could smell the faint, sweet fragrance she wore. Her smile was gentle, but her eyes were utterly crazed…
