Station Confrontation

Having been brushed off, Cathy Weber was both agitated and on the verge of breaking down. "I just wanted to help you."

"Don't make it sound so noble. Who knows if you got yourself into trouble and are looking for someone to take the fall? Those little girls don't know anything—you tugged them along, and they ran. I'm not buying that crap, white trash."

Seeing the killer quickly approaching, Cathy Weber struggled between illusion and reality. In the end, she gave up on persuading the difficult adult Black woman and led the remaining three high school girls away.

However, the Black woman's words affected the girls as well. Though they kept moving, they began to wonder whether, as she had said, this white woman had only dragged them along to use them as shields.

In truth, they still did not understand why they were being hunted. So, as if by unspoken agreement, they slowed down, wanting to see what would happen to the woman who had been chosen but refused to cooperate.

The man pursuing them approached the afro-haired woman, who had returned to her seat. She even took the initiative to speak to him.

"Hey, man. I don't know what problem you have with that woman, but none of this has anything to do with me, okay? Whatever you want to do, I won't stop you."

Ezekiel Sims sneered. "Good. I do indeed need that kind of attitude."

But rather than letting the afro-haired woman go, he seized her throat with lightning speed. The neurotoxin granted by his spider abilities spread through the point of skin contact.

Ezekiel Sims did not wait for her to die slowly from the poison. He heaved her upward with all his strength and slammed her head into the luggage rack above. The impact