Twisted Mercy

In the dimly lit hallway, the stone doors creaked open slowly, releasing a chilling, suffocating cold.

Gideon and his group held their breath, eyes fixed ahead, not daring to move.

The "people" emerging from behind the iron doors exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression under the faint, yellowish light.

In this state, they seemed less like 'the killer" awaiting identification and more like judge