"So you tortured him to death?" Dean asked, picking up the cigarette butt that had been searing Daniel's flesh and setting it aside.
A flicker of tenderness passed through Daniel's eyes as she nodded. "Yes. It wasn't just about torturing Mike Smith to death; it was also a form of self-destruction. After Mike Smith died, we felt very empty inside. So, after some discussion, we decided to let God decide. If the police could find us, we would offer ourselves as an experiment, a warning to the world. If not, we would continue our former lives, becoming new Mike Smiths, transferring our misfortunes onto new, innocent victims to gain some twisted sense of satisfaction."
Daniel spoke with an air of indifference.
Dean, however, felt his scalp tingle. If Daniel and her group started spreading their practices everywhere, potentially forming a powerful group akin to an academic clique, it would be a true disaster for those innocent people.
