Chapter 1972

Matthew furrowed his brows—he couldn't read Byron at all. He had just told Byron to take lives, but Byron didn't seem scared. Instead, he looked excited. For most people, murder was a tough thing to get over. Some were so scared that they could barely stand up when they crossed the line, and others lived in fear for the rest of their lives. Even the brave ones would hesitate. Byron was a bit off because he was too eager to give it a try. Matthew asked, "Have you ever killed someone before?" That was the only explanation. Byron shook his head. "No." Matthew was even more puzzled, but it didn't matter anymore. "Let's grab a taxi." The two of them left the neighborhood and hailed a taxi. Half an hour later, the taxi pulled up at Arch Street. … Matthew got out of the taxi and looked at the gate across the street, frowning. The gate was nothing special—just iron bars about five feet tall. It was shut, and the sign next to it rubbed Matthew the wrong way. "Hambridge Eastoria Aca