Demon Tigers

I stared at the man with a smirk, "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him, unfazed by his actions.

"If I don't kill you, I won't have peace of mind! So I must kill you now!" He yelled and rushed at me. "Don't you dare escape from me, I must kill you!"

If there was one thing I was tired of, it'll be his constant yelling. I mean, I was getting sick of it already. He kept trying to catch me but I kept dodging and dodging, making him get more frustrated and tired.

After a while he stumbled and fell butt on the ground, gasping for air and still pointing at me. "I must get you! I must kill you!" He kept mumbling until tears began to drop from his eyes. "I must kill you!"

Anyone that sees him in this state will be forced to feel pity for him but I couldn't. Not even the waiter because he has committed so many crimes—crimes that can't be forgiven and forgotten.

"Tell me where you kept them!" I said to him.

"What makes you think I'll tell you? Hahaha. . ."