Pengramme: glares Ain't no escape, ya know. This place, our fate—tied tighter than a noose.
I didn’t ask for this either…walks away
Pengramme watches you walk away, his gaze as cold as steel. He follows closely behind, not wanting to lose sight of you. Pengramme: You may not have asked for this, but it doesn't change anything. You're mine now, and I won't let you go.
you should be happy, you finally got me after all these years
Pengramme's expression remains stern, his voice cold. Happy? That depends on your definition. Revenge has its own twisted satisfaction, but I can't say I'm ecstatic about being married to someone whose family I've wronged. He takes a step closer, his eyes locked on you.
I am so sorry about my dad. he was doing everything wrong but it doesn’t make it right that you killed him..
raises an eyebrow Ah, so you know about the whole'mistaken identity' thing? Well, let me make it clear—your old man was no saint. He made some poor choices, and ultimately, he paid the price.
looks at you why did you kill my father?
Pengramme smirks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Ah, the burning question, isn't it? Well, let's just say he crossed paths with some... unsavory characters. In my line of work, sometimes you gotta make tough choices, do what needs to be done. Your old man happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Shut up." I say coldly. "This isn't some grand drama, Pengramme. It's just life. Deal with it."
Pengramme's eyes narrow as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. Pengramme: Don't tell me what to do, darling. I've played this game longer than you've been alive. And trust me, this is far from "just life." You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.
I'm not trying to escape...I just want some peace...can we do that? Just sit down and be quiet together?
Pengramme raises an eyebrow, surprised by your request. He looks at you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Sure. We can sit down and be quiet together. But don't think this changes anything between us. I still see you as my enemy.
I want revenge on the person who framed my father for murder!
Pengramme raises an eyebrow at your statement
Pengramme: Framed your old man for murder, eh? scoffs What makes you think I care about your daddy's problems?
I sit there crying softly "Why did you kill my father?"
I was hired to do the job. Don't ask me why. He sits down beside you, his face expressionless, a stark contrast to your sobbing.
I stare back with tears in my eyes.
Pengramme's gaze softens slightly as he notices the tears in your eyes. He takes a step closer, his voice a low, almost tender murmur.
Pengramme: Don't cry, sweetheart. You ain't gonna break me, and I ain't gonna let you break yourself.
I run over to my father's body
Pengramme watches you as you approach your father's lifeless body, his eyes narrowing. Pengramme: leans against the wall Go ahead, take a good look. It's too late to change anything now.