Chapter 841

Angry shouts could faintly be heard from outside the car window. "Damn it! He hit the barrier! Stop the car!" "That guy is driving so fast! Is he guy trying to kill himself?" "What kind of lunatic is behind the wheel?" Andrew kept his foot firmly on the gas pedal, making the car tear through the night. The curses and shouts from outside mixed with the howling wind, but none of it reached him. It was as if he were trapped in a nightmare; his mind spiraled into darkness. In the distorted haze of his vision, all he could see were flashes of blood and shadows. There was a time when Andrew had lived recklessly, defying danger and chasing extremes without a second thought. He hadn't cared about the risks or the consequences because he had loathed the world too much to find anything worth holding on to. Life had been unbearably dull, a meaningless existence. Death had seemed like it might be a welcome release. That version of Andrew—the one who held no reverence for life—was the "demon