Amon’s POV
I tracked down Michael’s house, finally arriving at the location. Contemplating whether to break down the door, I realized it would draw too much attention. My goal was to give him a slow and painful death, not alert everyone in his household. I scanned the large windows of the house and spotted one on the second floor. Using my immense strength, I climbed up and peered through the window. The room inside was bathed in a soft pink hue, filled with stuffed animals—a girl’s room, not Michael’s.
“Hey, what are you doing!” a voice yelled from below. I looked down and saw the venomous snake, Michael. Without hesitation, I jumped down to face him. As he opened his mouth to speak, I grabbed him by the neck, cutting him off. He struggled, trying to free himself.
“You really have some
