Before Theodore could finish his words, the cabin door suddenly swung open, and the hunting wind blew in from thirty thousand feet above.
Icy cold and piercing to the bone.
Then Theodore was grabbed and pushed directly to the doorway of the cabin.
He faced the open door, and with a downward glance, he could see the swirling clouds below and the tall mountain beneath his feet.
Percy Stanton still sat calmly on the sofa, raising his hand and continuing to knock on the table as he spoke, "Now we are thirty thousand feet in the air. With just one command, they will let you go, and you will fall down, either onto the mountain, or into the deep sea. Whichever it is, there is only one ending for you…."
As soon as the last word had not yet left his mouth, Theodore's entire body began to shiver with a chill.
The wind outside stung his cheeks.
Through the howling of the wind, Theodore heard the elegant and reserved man behind him utter one word: "Die!"