Corner of the room.
In the spacious room, a towering middle-aged man, muscular as a mountain, stood bare-chested, exposing his belly, without a stitch of clothing. Below him was a snow-white figure, only, the once graceful body was now ravaged with wounds. The woman was wailing, burdened not just by the shame inflicted on her body, but more so by the tidal wave of despair and sorrow within her heart.
Beside the woman lay the corpse of a man, his neck twisted gruesomely, clearly snapped by brute force. Though the man was dead, his lifeless eyes still stared forward, as if lamenting the injustice of the world.
The man had served time, originally a notorious villain in the countryside, yet now, he died alone on the ground for one reason only: he encountered someone a hundred times more ruthless than himself.
