Entering the room, my gaze searches for any dangers and I slowly approach the old woman, always with a vigilant air. My eyes seek hers, and I whisper to her: “Me here for revenge, and revenge I will have.” My blood boils, my hand goes to tighten the necklace on my chest, as if this were a gesture to appease my anger, but useless. "The necklace reminds me every day of the reason for my anger, my sin and my weakness… the necklace of my son, tortured and killed by a group of strangers who, after drugging and immobilizing me, forced me to see the tortures done in my son... I couldn't do anything to stop them. This was his necklace… This is my burden." For a moment I calm down, taking a deep breath. Then I started talking again: "I seek blood. Blood craves me... and I will find blood." Suddenly I put my hand on my axe, the atmosphere becomes cold, and suddenly, I turn around and leave the room, with an icy, silent step... But at the same time filled with hatred and sadness.
"But first...tell me the name of the mans who killed my child, and don't make me wait; RIGHT?! I know that you know them names!"
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