Suburban chicken farm.
The light is dim, the stench overwhelming, countless chickens clucking noisily, aggravating anyone who hears them.
Ella Weaver and Rose Parker, faces swollen and clothes wet, were thrown here. They shivered and waited anxiously until Alexander Parker finally arrived, late as always.
Rose ran over, crying, wanting to hug him and pour out her grievances, but Alexander dodged her, moving to one side.
As a result, she fell to the ground with a thud.
"Alexander!"
Alexander stood there, his expression colder and darker than the night, his handsome face exuding endless eeriness, his voice hoarse as if from Hell: "I warned you all, don't hurt my cousin!"
Ella, frightened by his terrifying demeanor, retreated several steps, screaming: "It's none of my business! I didn't do anything!"
