“Why, why go that far? I've already told you everything. What harm could an old man in a secluded room have done, why...?”

Salma's voice trembles.
But Cheong replies with a scoff.

“Eh? Did the old man need some grand reason to kill someone? It was just that I didn’t like him. That’s all, right? Now, it’s just the old man’s turn.”

At that, Salma's lips quiver, moving as if to say something, but he cannot bring himself to utter the words.
His lips shake violently, his eyes flutter, and his fingernails are dirty and trembling.

With shoulders …