Keat walked up to Lyra and grabbed her chin slowly.
"I will remember your face in the afterlife, you bastard, and I will come back for my revenge," Lyra spoke with a hateful expression on her face.
"Oh, really? Are you even listening to yourself right now? Did you finally lose it due to the fear of death?" Keat asked with a smile.
"I will meet you in hell..." Lyra replied.
"You are not going anywhere, bitch. Not this fast. Death is a delicacy that I am not going to give you so soon," Keat replied as he smiled evilly.
"W-What do you mean?" Lyra asked with a confused and scared voice.