Travis, still knocking on the door, stumbled and fell as the door suddenly opened.

Lifting his head, he locked eyes with Isaac, his fists clenching with seething animosity.

"Isaac!" Travis gritted his teeth, venom dripping from his words.

Isaac glanced down at him as if Travis were an ant. "I will make your life a living hell to the point you will wish you were dead instead.” Travis lay uncomfortably on the floor, his hatred almost devouring him. The veins on the back of his trembling hands became more prominent. They shared the same surname. Travis refused to believe he was in such a bad situation when Isaac was superior to him.

He didn't want to admit defeat this way.