After spending a few minutes recovering consciousness and restoring the function of the muscles that had died due to a strange liquid injected by the serial killer, Becca was finally able to restore her senses so that she realized that she was no longer in the apartment unit that she was living in. Freen usually lives in, but in the middle of nowhere that seems far from the crowds of people.

She was forced to sit on a wooden chair with her hands and feet bound with black duct tape several rolls of black tape. Pain she could feel, but it was not coming from her limbs that were being shackled, but from the inside of her head. The pain that was originally just tickling slowly turned into a throbbing pain, radiating to the back of the head and up to the temples of the eyes.

Usually at times like this, she would start hallucinating and seeing things that shouldn't be there. But now that's not the case, because she only saw Freen standing in front of the table with a black jacket and a pair of black gloves too. Even though the wind from the glassless shutters across the room sent strands of hair covering her eyes, Becca could still clearly see the long-haired woman sharpening one blade of a machete with another and making an eerie, high-pitched whirring sound.

And... ah, there it is. The black shadow is on Freen's body, giving the appearance as if the two very different entities had become one and it made Becca shudder. She glanced in all directions—trying to ignore the body with a crushed head lying in the corner of the room—to look for something that might help her tear off the duct tape binding her hands and feet. If she was quick and careful enough, she might be able to escape and call for help.

It's just that, she didn't find anything other than white ceiling debris scattered on several sides and also small wooden beams scattered. All those blunt objects obviously couldn't possibly help her to cut all these bandages. When she was confused to find a way to escape, suddenly from the front came a loud whirring sound that was louder than before and followed by the sound of footsteps and low-pitched laughter that slowly approached her.

There is a shadow. A large black shadow on the dusty floor where she stood. The shadow's tip came down to a human body that was looking at her with an eerie smile. Becca was grinding her teeth—rather than scared, she was more angry with what this woman had done to her, to everyone she had killed, and her family. What did she mean about herself that made this psychopath do all these crazy things? Becca didn't understand, nor did she want to. In her mind, everything she said was pure bullshit and a crazy bullshit hurled to weaken her.

She couldn't look weak in front of this killer. Because if she did, it would only make her happy to feel like she had knocked her down. Becca is stronger than that. Unfortunately, no matter how much she persuaded herself to dare to face her face to face, Becca couldn't hide her broken heart. From the start, she tried to forget the fact that Freen—the person she truly believed would protect and be with her until the end—was actually the figure behind the suffering she was experiencing. She couldn't cry, but she knew full well that the tears were starting to flow.

Freen knelt in front of her. The sharp machete that she had been sharpening was used as a support for her left hand. The woman lowered her head so she could see Becca's devastated face that looked so desperate—and seeing that, she smiled with satisfaction. "Even when you cry you are still very pretty, huh? No wonder my mother loves you so much. I'm not surprised," she said. She wiped Becca's tears with her black gloves which were still wet with Mind's blood. Reflexively, Becca looked up and tried to remove Freen's hands from her face but the woman grabbed her chin and forced her to look at her. "Why? You hate me? Ah... my heart hurts. Becca, you said you loved me. Why do your feelings change so quickly? I don't understand."

What? Why did she mention that her mother loved me? What happened? I don't even remember nor have I ever met Freen's biological mother.

"Let me go." Becca hissed. She felt a little disgusted because of the blood that stuck to almost every side of her face.

"Okay, fine," Freen chuckled and rubbed Becca's jaw one last time before letting go. The woman snorted and stood up, the machete in her hand tapping the floor a few times before she started walking around the chair Becca was sitting on. "12 years. 12 years I spent my whole life looking for you. Starting from when you and your family were still living in Chiang Mai until you all decided to move to Bangkok 9 years ago. Becca, you probably don't know why your dad asked all of you to move to another city because he always gave excuses about his job." Becca looked at Freen with a sharp furrowed brow. After all, how did she know that the Armstrong family moved to Bangkok exactly 12 years ago? "Confused? Don't worry, tonight, I will reveal all the secrets.

Freen stopped in front of Becca, staring at each other with two different tensions. The tiger and the deer are parables that are appropriate to attach to their current situation. Freen as a wild tiger ready to prey and Becca as a deer who is cornered and has no room to save herself.

Behind the chair, her two hands that were bound by duct tape clenched tightly until half of her body was trembling violently. She didn't know if she was scared or what, but she couldn't lie that this whole thing scared her to death.

"The reason why Mr. Armstrong decided to move with his family to Bangkok is because the person who made him stay has been killed." Right after that Freen laughed but Becca could see her eyes were still wide open and it was the most disturbing smile of any she had ever seen. The Chankimha suddenly stopped laughing, snorted and continued, "Yes... she was murdered and the killer hanged himself a few moments later. What do you think? Are you familiar with this event?"

A flash of memory suddenly flashed through her head. About what her dad said in the car the other day and what she and Freen talked about the day Becca was kidnapped. About Freen's biological father—Nattanan Chamroon—who hanged himself after brutally murdered his wife, the traitor and provocateur who destroyed Chankimha Enterprise who is also the main director of a multinational corporation, the terrors, stalking and serial murders that adapted the family name ARMSTRONG, to the reason why Freen saying that Becca was the one who made her like this.

Really, all forms of assumptions have been crammed into the head. She arranged all the tangled threads and unraveled them so that they could become a straight line, until finally all came to a conclusion that she really couldn't believe. That can't be happening, she thought. She tried to manipulate me again, she thought. But even though she considered her assumptions to be incorrect, what happened and the facts that were presented to her completely conveyed the opposite and she was left so full of questions that she couldn't even speak a single sentence.

"No..." she stammered. Her eyes looked at Freen in disbelief. "Impossible. You think this is a drama series...?"

"This story could be a drama series that a lot of people might like because what you're thinking right now is a plot twist that you never expected to come," Freen breathed. She lifted the machete onto the table and came back with a sashimi knife, then knelt at Becca's feet. "Your father had an affair with my mother, Becca. That's why ever since my parents died, he brought your family to Bangkok."

She grabbed Becca's right leg, then Freen ruthlessly and mercilessly sliced the achilles tendon in her right leg. Becca suddenly screamed in pain at the sharp knife incision. Her body trembled violently, her legs went limp instantly, red blood spurted and flooded the floor beneath her feet. Pain, ache, numbness, she can't describe it. Becca could only groaning, swearing, and move her body recklessly even though the results would still be futile because the duct tape still kept her shackled.

Freen raised the knife to eye level. She did that to see the blood sticking and dripping from the knife blade. In front of her, Becca was screaming in despair and Freen would be happy to complete her suffering. She stood up from her kneeling position to take the bottle containing the nitric acid liquid she had prepared.

Nitric acid is a chemical liquid that is quite dangerous. It is necessary to use special equipment such as rubber gloves to touch the container or this liquid can cause serious burns. Freen first used this type of chemical when she soaked Saint and Heng's bodies in the apartment she rented specifically for storing the bodies and the equipment she used to murdered people—located near the 7-11 where she picked up Song.

She had left that body in the bathtub for more than a day now. But she didn't think she would be able to see what the acid liquid was doing to the two men's bodies.

Sighing, Freen uncorked the bottle and poured a small amount of the acid into the wide gash in Becca's leg. Obviously, the corrosive acid liquid that directly came in contact with the exposed layers of flesh and muscle tissue would not make Becca stand still. The pain she felt was getting worse, in fact she also felt the inside of her leg burning. The sergeant looked up, fixing her eyes on the mad killer who was smiling with satisfaction at her torment.

"You're lying, Freen. You think I'm going to believe you after you've done all this? It's impossible!" Becca groaned softly. She lowered her head to see the condition of her feet is very apprehensive. The blood was still flowing out, and she couldn't stand the sight of it so she immediately threw her head back and cursed under her breath.

"Why do you think your father looked so surprised when I came to your house for the first time? Why did your dad slap me right away at the police station? Haven't you thought about getting there?" Freen stood up from her position and put the bottle back on the table, then turned back to face Becca. "That is a fact, Nong. Huh... I remember one time when I ventured to check the things left by my father and mother when I was in high school. Apparently she kept a small child's photo in her wallet. I thought it was me, but it turned out to be your picture." Her tone became quieter, sounding like a whisper. The change in emotion was obvious there, but Becca was too preoccupied with her pain to notice the sudden sadness and grief that appeared on Freen's face.

That expression quickly disappeared and was replaced by a blank look that didn't project any emotion, and that was a signal for Freen to continue with what she had to do. She dragged the hammer she had used to smash Mind's head away, brought her closer to Becca and lifted her up with both hands. Becca, who was still looking down, when she heard the loud sound of a blunt weapon, immediately gasped and tried to free herself from the duct tape as hard as she could.

"Fuck you, stop with all your bullshit. Stop making up nonsense stories. Stop! Stop! I beg you, stop!" The youngest Armstrong screamed in frustration. Her eyes were tightly closed while her hands moved wildly to untie the duct tape. Damn, it's really bad. Her efforts only made Freen laugh disdainfully.

"Stop?" Freen replied casually, "No. My story isn't over yet, so you can't ask me to stop. After all, there are still many other games that we haven't tried on that table and the night is still long. So what's the rush for, right?" she exhaled, then tilted her head. "Your father used my mother to destroy father's career and Chankimha Enterprise. For three years Mr. Armstrong did that and for two years my mother lied to my father and me. It's a shame, he never knew about Mr. Armstrong's plot because he trusted his best friend very much. So he didn't expect it and was very surprised when he found out that Armstrong was the cause of the fall of Chankimha Enterprise in one night."

DUG

Freen dropped the tip of the hammer to the floor, but still gripped the hilt tightly. She touched Becca's knee with the palm of her hand, stroking it gently. "Three years we lived in deranged lie until my father realized all of it and started going crazy by murdered my mother and hanged himself. You know, with no shame, your father came to my parents' funeral and even told me as a kid to stay strong. What a fucking irony! I don't have anyone by my side anymore, Becca. There isn't any. I was too young to know what was really going on and I spent years suffering alone until I was adopted. Until finally I reached the age old enough to know the dark secrets that my father kept in his notebook, and their stuffs that were kept in the box."

"Alexander William Armstrong. The name was in my father's notebook, and for several months I found out everything about the Armstrongs. At the same time, I also found out mom's secret hahaha. Huh... is there anything worse than knowing the fact that the mother you care about and seems to love you, loves other people's children more? I don't think so. Your father ruined my life. You broke my heart because you took the only thing that should be mine. That's not fair, Becca. What happened to me was never fair."

Freen suddenly stood up and immediately swung her hammer while screaming with emotion. The hammer hit landed right on Becca's left toe, making her screaming in pain. She could hear a crack, followed by a feeling of pain and pain that was hitting again mercilessly. Becca couldn't see clearly with tears covering her eyes. But she could see something white sticking out of her bloody toe and it definitely wasn't something good.

Now both of her legs have been half paralyzed. However, she would not be able to freely move and run even though she managed to save herself. The night is still long, and Freen will not let the time fly by. Freen's words had lit a fire in her mind and—oh god, with everything she'd just heard, Becca doubted if she could ever trust anyone else after this. That is, if she makes it out alive.

There were a lot of things going through her mind after Freen said all that to her. But she didn't have the energy and time to just swallow it all. She only focused on concentrating her strength on her hands, trying her best to pull and loosen the black duct tape wrapped around them. Adrenaline that penetrates deep into the blood vessels is enough to give her more strength and energy to move. Evidently, the duct tape became loose and looser and her hands began to move freely.

With just one kick, both hands can be released and she can attack Freen. Watching Freen who was still raising her hammer and cradling it with both hands gave her the understanding that the woman was still on alert. If you want to strike back, Becca needs to find the right momentum.

"Thanks to father's notes, I managed to find out the ins and outs of your family. In search of you, I registered myself so I could enter the Police Academy. You know how I could easily transfer to Bangkok even though I've only been in charge for a few years? Do you remember the shooting incident at the The Bank of Chiang Mai?" Freen asked. She dropped the hammer on the floor and came back with a screwdriver and solder. She lit the soldering iron and brought the screwdriver tip closer to the hot coals until it turned black. She was ready to torture again.

"You did it on purpose?" panting, Becca continued Freen's words willingly. She was just guessing, but judging by Freen's current state, it seemed that her guess was one hundred percent correct.

And sure enough, Freen smiled broadly. She nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased that Becca already knew what she was doing. "Smart. You're so smart. It's true, I deliberately carried out the shooting and used that as an excuse to be taken away from Chiang Mai to another regional police station," she said. "What you saw in the media and what you heard from me a few weeks ago is a small lie. The people I shot dead should have been 9 people. My father silenced their family with money and erased all evidence so I could go away." She explained, still with both hands holding the solder and screwdriver stuck together. "Since then I know how invincible you can be if you have a greater figure or power behind you."

"So you knew that I was a police officer in charge of the Crimes Department so you came to Bangkok and started a series of killings to get my attention?" Becca tried asking. Her goal was to buy time so she could gather information about gaps she could use to escape and Freen's potential weaknesses. The woman herself didn't seem to mind her question, so she tried to dig deeper. "When the first murder occurred, you were still not here. Chiang Mai and Bangkok are quite far apart so how do you manage to do all that neatly? Mind? Did she help you?"

"No," Freen breathed. She stubbed out the solder and lowered her hands, momentarily hesitating to do something she'd previously wanted to do with the scorching screwdriver. "Mind only helps find women who will become potential victims. Until finally, they all brought me to you. Huh, you didn't realize I was stalking you even before the first murder started? I stayed in Bangkok for some time before officially being transferred to take care of some paperwork."

"You have so much time that you decorate and make the first two victims like a statue in an art gallery."

"Hey, I did that to get your attention. The public and the police are always interested in something unnatural, they have never seen it before. OK, they've probably seen plaster sculptures in museums. But a statue made from a real human body?" Becca snorted. Again her memory brings her back to the first corpse she finds—a start of a nightmare. Seeing the look full of terror on Becca's face, Freen quickly continued her sentence. "Judging from your face, it seems that the corpse really caught your attention huh? Also, Polaroid photos and all the letters I left at the crime scene."

"Fuck." Becca swore silently. "If you have planned all of this from the start, it means you are also the one who infiltrated my house and hid the bugs. You can also easily manipulate the evidence being examined, order Seng and others to kill me, frame my friends, and help with the investigation even though you're the one who did all this mess yourself." she felt the taste of iron in her mouth. Maybe she was biting her lip too hard to make a small tear and the blood seeped into her mouth. Becca exhaled, looking at Freen with wide eyes. "No wonder you are magically always near me whenever I'm in trouble. When Seng wanted to kill me, when someone attacked me in public."

Freen burst out laughing at Becca's answer. "Correct. I'm the one who makes you go crazy, I'm also the one who makes you feel valuable, and I'm also the one who will destroy you until there's nothing left. Seeing you suffer worse than what I already felt... nothing could be better than that."

Becca groaned, and shook her head. With great difficulty she tried to ignore the hallucinations that began to occupy the contents of her head. "My ID card was found where you killed Seng. You did it?" The sergeant confirmed once more.

"Yes. I took your ID Card in one of the jacket pockets that you put in the room. I'm also the one who leaves plastic bags filled with dismembered bodies on the hoods of cars. I'm also the one who filled your refrigerator with human body parts. Now, everything is clear. No more secrets, right? Everything requires momentum, time, and a lot of energy. You should give me credit."

It's crazy. "Then... what happened to Heng and Saint, was that also your doing?" Becca asked again. This time, if she said yes, then there's no reason for Becca to hold back anymore.

But Freen did not give an answer. The woman actually turned around and walked over to the dark sack in the corner of the room. She dragged the heavy-looking sack in front of Becca and dropped it. Becca's forehead creased, and she wanted to vomit as soon as the stench from something in the sack wafted up and forced its way into her nostrils. Don't tell me if the contents of the sack are corpses? God, this is crazy. This is really crazy!

"Every action we take always has a consequence. And this is the consequence they have to accept for getting in the way of the plans I've been making for years. You know, I never play with my words."

Freen then bent down, one hand dived into the sack and she took out something large, covered in gore that had started to rot and gave off a horrible smell. It is a head. Head Saint, to be more precise. On reflex, Becca screamed as Freen grabbed the head by the hair and brought it close to Becca's face. It didn't stop there, Freen bent down again and pulled out another head and this time, it was Heng's.

"What—! What did you do to them!" she demanded. In response, Freen threw both heads at Becca's body and sent them rolling under her feet. "You will die, Sarocha. You won't be able to run after doing this!"

Becca pulled her hands together and tore off the loose duct tape. She lowered her head, then with full force she raised her head until her skull hit Freen's jaw with great force. It was painful, but at least she could keep Freen away from her for a while. She glanced in all directions and her gaze fell on a knife on the table. Not wanting to waste any more time, Becca immediately ran and kicked Freen until the woman fell and was pushed against the wall while she immediately grabbed a knife and knocked over the table.

Dust flew, the chaos became more and more boisterous. All the fast movements she made made her legs hurt even more so after getting the knife, she didn't leave immediately. She could only stand and could not move her legs to step.

"This is it... this is it!" Freen again laughed out loud. She lifted her face, showing her mouth which was bleeding. It looks like Becca's impact on her jaw managed to tear the inside of her mouth open with teeth. But whatever it was, Freen actually looked crazier than before. "This is the fight I've been waiting for, Rebecca Armstrong. Come on, kill me. Kill me!" she shouted.

"Fuck you!"

Becca picked up the table she dropped earlier and threw it at Freen. The heavy object managed to hit the tall woman's body, but she still stood straight and did not fall. She leaped forward, ignoring the pain in her leg, and swung the knife with the aim of slicing Freen's body. Unexpectedly, the woman easily gripped Becca's knife with one hand. She held the knife even though the blade sliced into her palm.

And the most terrifying thing was, even though drips of blood were flowing non-stop from Freen's palm, the woman didn't look the least bit in pain. Inside, Becca wondered. Is she dealing with a mutant or a human being possessed by a demon? Because with blood and wounds as bad as that, it's impossible for a normal human being to endure the pain.

"Nice try, Nong." Freen hissed. She also kicked Becca's solar plexus with a knee, then hit her head and neck with elbows. As a follow-up attack, Freen used her knee to kick Becca in the chest three times before slamming her body on the floor.

Becca doesn't want to give up. She grabbed Freen's leg and knocked her down too. The floor is their arena of struggle. Choking, locking, trying to break bones. Each has the potential to reciprocate. At its peak, Becca managed to get Freen stuck in the bottom position after successfully locking her legs using the leglock technique. She hit Freen's face, temples, neck and jaw with a full punch. Even when her knuckles went numb, Becca still didn't stop and kept hitting Freen's face with her fists.

The longer it takes, the less power it has. When her punch started to weaken, Freen took the opportunity to grab Becca's neck and choke her, then she immediately grabbed the knife that was scattered on the floor and immediately slashed Becca's face very quickly before she lifted her waist and made Becca fall to the side. The short haired woman screamed, very loudly. Her voice was heartbreaking, indicating that the pain she was feeling was unbearable.

Becca used both hands to cover her own face—right where Freen's sharp knife blade had struck her face moments ago. Blood flowed profusely from between Becca's fingers. Slowly, she lowered her hand and in that instant, blood freely dripped onto the floor and formed a pool of blood. But, it wasn't the blood that made her flinch now. But the view from her left eye that turned dark.

Freen's blade slashed across the lower cheek, crossed the bridge of the nose and went straight into the eye. All the blood came from her left eyeball that was torn open, and with one eye that was already blind along with the pain of the wound on her body, Becca felt that she was in a more dangerous situation than before. She tried to stand up, one hand was still covering her left eye which was still bleeding, and she used the other hand to keep her body balanced.

Again, Freen lunged at her body by throwing all of her body weight. The lieutenant managed to knock Becca over and crash into the floor hard. She got on top of her, then held Becca's neck and head—completely trapping the short-haired woman and unable to move. Freen laughed evilly, the blood on her face making Becca feel fear again. Freen grabbed Becca's face, then using three fingers, she forced Becca's eyeballs out of the eye sockets.

Becca roared, clawed, punched, struggled so hard that her body shook as Freen tore her left eyeball out. Blood splattered in all directions, and Freen just smiled viciously seeing Becca in so much pain. She looked down at Becca's eyeballs in the palms of her hands. Without saying anything, she popped the eyeball into her mouth and ate it raw. One of several goals has been successfully fulfilled. Namely, getting some of Becca's body parts to eat. For her, it is a blessing as well as a sign of success. Moreover, this woman was her most prized prey so of course she wouldn't want to waste it.

On the other hand, Becca was a mess—almost dying. Even though her hands and body tried their best to struggle and provide intense resistance, she still couldn't get rid of Freen from above her body. She had lost a lot of blood and she couldn't deny that her body was getting weaker and weaker. Not to mention the pressure that Freen puts on her neck and makes the supply of oxygen she breathes even thinner.

Am I going to die just like that?

"I sacrificed so many things so I could get you under me, Becca. And now I can feel it, I got you." Freen tightened her grip on Becca's neck. She used her finger to press the woman's chin down while her right hand raised the bloodstained blade she had used earlier.

With the last of her strength, Becca grabbed Freen's wrist. This figure in front of her had changed from the last time she remembered. All those memories, the more she remembered them, the more painful and painful her heart was. Knowing she was only being played with and manipulated was a reality she was not ready to accept. But what power, everything has already happened and now, she is trapped deep inside.

Becca groaned softly. Her throat was really sore when she forced to speak. "The moments we spent all this time, is all that meaningless to you?"

There was a stifling silence a moment after. Filled with tension that makes the heart pound. Not because of the sweet and romantic moments like those in romance movies, but the moments that determine a person's life or death. At that moment, Becca felt the tip of the grim reaper's machete was coiled freely around her neck. One answer from Freen, means a sign for the grim reaper to draw her machete and decapitate her.

Becca looked into Freen's eyes with one eye. Dark. gloomy. As if there was never a soul that resided behind it. This woman—Freen Sarocha Chankimha—died long ago. For dozens of years, only her revenge that exploded kept her alive. She has nothing left to hold on to, and has no fear of losing anything. And all the things that happen in her life she only considers as a passing wind and nothing special.

So, she didn't seem to hesitate in the slightest to answer, "Yes."

And that's the end. Along with her last sentence, Freen mercilessly thrust her knife down.