PINKY PSYCHOPATH

Elissa pressed the call option again. She waited for a while. This time, it was even worse. Not picked up but rejected. Elissa swallowed. She tried again. Fritz needs to answer the call.

"What is he doing rejecting my call?" Elissa wondered.

When a thought popped into her head, her eyes widened. "No-no. There's no way he's doing that. There's no way Fritz is ...."

She couldn't continue. She tried repeatedly to call Fritz to no avail.

Meanwhile, in a room, Fritz was interrogating someone. He sat with one leg propped up on the other. He folded his hand. His eyes were as cold as a polar bear stalking its prey.

"Still not talking?" Fritz asked.

The person he asked was still silent. Blood covered his face. But he remained silent. The breathing of the two men beside him was already laboured. They were too tired to carry out Fritz's orders.

Fritz got up from his seat and approached the man he was holding. That person also looked at Fritz with a cynical gaze. He looked away.

"'Fuck all of you