Drake:
I never told you to do this! You sick bastard... I'm not like you!
Roderick:
Don't be so modest, Drake! You're exactly like me! That was always the problem!
The Narrator:
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December. And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor...
Drake:
You bloody bitch!
Drake:
This isn't over Roderick! No matter what it takes, you're gonna pay for this!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
