Emma’s complexion turned red, and she held Thomas’ arm tightly.
Thomas looked calm, but he felt angry.
Dying without a graveyard?
‘Good, I’ll let you die without a graveyard!’
In just a while, a large group of people came to the factory. It looked like up to one hundred people had arrived, and all of them held big knives. They appeared aggressive.
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