Amy still remembered the feeling of the blood that dripped down her fingers. Neither did she felt a bit of remorse for her deeds nor she really did care what would happen further. All she remembered was Mr. Hans blood dripping down slowly through her fingers with each step she took. She was done tolerating to the extent of being broken.Jay: Amy?Amy soon snapped back to reality looking at Jay. She looked at Jay who was looking back at her with curious yet worried eyes. She hummed.Jay: why do you hate your parents?Amy looked at Jay with a blank face.Amy: