And even if Leon Battleson didn't say it, Riley Thompson knew it very clearly in her heart.
With a face like hers, wherever she went, she was noticed.
"Just listen to my arrangements for what you need to do next, alright?"
Leon Battleson wrapped the coat draped over his shoulders and stood up from the chair.
Riley struggled to stand up from the floor; her knees were a bit numb from kneeling, making her movements somewhat unsteady.
Seeing the red marks on Riley's knees, Leon Battleson slightly frowned, unnoticed.
However, he quickly withdrew his gaze and turned to leave the room.
The door shut again as if closing everything off from the outside.
Riley let out a long sigh of relief, then walked to her bed, carefully reaching under the bedside table. After some fumbling, she pulled out a voice recorder.
Stopping the recording, Riley swallowed nervously.
