120. Trapped 2. Yan - Phantom 1

The tree groans under the force of my blows.

Hit, blinding pain, hit, blinding pain. It’s a never-ending cycle.

Pure rage fuels me. It is the only thing that makes sense.

666 is gone. I don’t know why I care, but the world won’t be safe until she’s back. Nor will I be. The pain my angel has...