Chapter - 4

The walk to the hill wasn't pleasant for the man in yellow as the path leading to the house was filled with rocks. He staggered up to the house using his limited strength, tolerating the empty stomach. When he eventually reached it, He hunched over and gasped for breath, taking a few seconds before getting a closer look at the house.

t was a two-story building with tall narrow windows and a small patio. He went to the wooden door and knocked. He heard the voices inside.

"That bastard who killed me is here," said a man with a gravelly voice. The man in yellow heard footsteps nearing, A man had opened the door. It was a tall man with a face that could have been handsome if it wasn't for the scar and unshaved beard. The tall man had pointed rifle-musket at the man in yellow and glared at him with hatred.

"Try to struggle and face the consequences," The house owner said after he grabbed the man's collar.

"What are you doing?" The man complained,

"Things you deserve," His grip was too strong to resist. The yellow-clad man yelped in pain as the house owner dragged him into the house.

The man in yellow saw a woman with a pretty face standing on the stairs, looking terrified. When he saw her, he found her to be familiar. The house owner noticed him looking at the woman. He lifted the man in yellow, grabbed him by his neck, smashed his face into the table, again and again, growling at him with disgust. The man's blood splattered all over the white walls.

"Just stop it, please!" The woman shrieked, and the house owner had stopped. He let go of the man in yellow, and he collapsed on the ground.

"This bastard, I let him inside my home. I've believed him and offered him my friendship only for him to stab me in the back," The house owner spat on the bloodied face of the man in yellow, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the basement.