Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"The fact is that there is absolutely no external curse or supernatural force targeting this family."

"This is just an inevitable tragedy of revenge triggered by long-suppressed hatred," Dean realized.

Kyle, a seemingly weak boy, has been living under the violent abuse and mental torment of his father and uncle. Although his adoptive mother may not have been directly involved in the violence, she chose to stand by and turn a blind eye, thus becoming an accomplice.

He lived a life worse than a slave in this so-called home.

Long-term pain and resentment eventually overwhelmed his sanity. After gaining some special telekinetic ability, he killed his abusive father, Richie, and his uncle, Bart.

His next target for revenge was the silent accomplice, his adoptive mother; he wanted to completely eliminate the three people who had brought him so much pain.

“But he did it the wrong way; he shouldn’t have done it,” Sam said, frowning.

"We must stop him!" Sam stood up abruptly, his eyes unusually firm despite his weakness. "Stop him before he makes an irreparable mistake. He's not a monster; he's a child driven to desperation!"

The three rushed toward the Mordlin house at top speed.

An ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around Sam's heart. He hadn't been able to stop it the first two times, but this time he had to act quickly.

With no time to plan his infiltration, Dean simply kicked open the unlocked back door and rushed into the house.

The kitchen looked exactly like Sam's hallucination, but thankfully he made it in time this time.

Kyle stood in the center of the kitchen, his thin body trembling violently with excitement. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was streaked with tears and twisted hatred.

In front of him, a sharp kitchen fruit knife floated in mid-air, its tip trembling slightly, pointing precisely at his adoptive mother, who stood trembling and pale in front of the kitchen counter.

The foster mother covered her mouth with both hands, letting out silent sobs of fear, completely stunned by the supernatural phenomenon before her.

She couldn't understand why Kyle, who had always been as submissive as a lamb, had changed like this.

"What have you done to me? All of you, every single day, every single year." Kyle's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with endless pain and accusation. "Laughter, beatings, hunger, locking me in the closet, calling me a jinx, a monster who shouldn't have been born—you ruined me! Utterly ruined me!"

He seemed to be pouring out all the bitterness that had been building up for more than a decade at once.

The sudden intrusion of three uninvited guests interrupted his immersive revenge.

Kyle whirled around, his crimson eyes fixed on the three who burst through the door. When his gaze met Wu Heng's calm, unsettling eyes, he shuddered as if burned.

This is the person who easily tore away all the facade he had been trying to maintain with just a few words, revealing his most unbearable pain and causing him to flee in a sorry state.

A tremendous sense of humiliation and panic at being seen through and scrutinized overwhelmed him instantly!

“It’s you!” Kyle’s voice suddenly turned sharp, filled with wariness and hostility.

The suspended fruit knife, as if controlled by an invisible hand, changed direction with a 'whoosh'.
The sharp tip of the knife was instantly pointed at the three people at the door, its cold light flashing and full of threat, as if it could fly out at any moment.

"Get out! Get out right now! This is my family's business! It has nothing to do with you! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Kyle roared, his voice trembling slightly as he gripped the knife. From a submissive boy to someone whose emotions had been pushed to their limit, he was in turmoil, his mind extremely unstable, with a sense of desperate, all-or-nothing resolve. Dean instinctively reached for the gun behind his back, but Sam grabbed him and pressed him down.

"Kyle, calm down, listen to me." Sam stepped forward, shielding Dean and Wu Heng slightly behind him.

He raised his hands to indicate that he had no weapons, his eyes conveying understanding and goodwill as much as possible, and his voice softened, carrying a reassuring power.

“We are not here to hurt you, nor to stop you from seeking justice. We want to help you. We cannot imagine the pain you have endured, but please believe that violent revenge will not solve everything, but will only drag you into a deeper abyss.”

“They deserved it, but you shouldn’t have to do all this. You are innocent.”

Sam's words were gentle yet firm, like a clear stream that temporarily washed away Kyle's mind, which was filled with hatred.

Kyle stared at Sam with his bloodshot eyes, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words. The atmosphere was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring, with the suspended knife poised to strike at any moment.

"Trust me, Kyle, we need to find a quiet place to talk things over. Give us a chance to speak with you."

Finally, Kyle's tightly clenched lips twitched slightly, and the suspended knife retreated a fraction of an inch, but the wariness in his eyes did not disappear.

He spoke hoarsely, his gaze fixed mainly on Sam: "Five minutes, I'll only give you five minutes, you alone, come up here and we'll talk."

He ignored Dean, who looked like a tough street thug, and deliberately avoided Wu Heng, whose eyes made him feel uneasy, as if his soul had been ripped out.

He simply pointed at Sam: "Just you. The other two stay down there. If they dare to try anything funny, I..." He moved the fruit knife he was holding an inch closer, the threat palpable.

“Okay, just me.” Sam held out his hands, signaling Kyle to calm down, and immediately agreed. He gave Dean and Wu Heng a wink, signaling them to stay calm, and then carefully followed Kyle upstairs step by step.

In Kyle's cramped, dilapidated bedroom on the second floor, two young people, both burdened by heavy pasts, began to talk.

At first, Kyle was wary and his words were full of barbs.

But as she continued her story, she gradually calmed down and shared the pain of losing her mother in her childhood, and described why she was abused by her father.

That nightmarish night, my mother was drawn to the ceiling by a mysterious force and burned by flames.

When Kyle revealed this detail, Sam jerked his head up, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock: "Your mother was like that too?"

He exclaimed in shock, as if he had found another lonely soul in the universe, suffering the same curse, besides Dean.

Sam also recounted what happened to his mother, and it was exactly the same.

A connection was instantly established between the two; shared pain is the best stepping stone to building that connection.

The barriers began to dissolve under the impact of shared trauma, Kyle's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he began to tell his story intermittently.

Sam had thought his father John's strictness and frequent disappearances were already painful enough, but after hearing about Kyle's experiences, he understood what true suffering was. (End of Chapter)