They stopped in front of a door marked V.I.P. - Cypher Knoxx.
"The other person we found lying next to him is just in the next room," Tom added, gesturing down the hall.
"Thank you. You may go now," Whitney said dismissively, her focus already shifting.
"Yes Miss Owen," Tom nodded and retreated, leaving them alone in the hushed corridor.
Just as Whitney reached out to open the door, Angela moved swiftly and pushed it open ahead of her, her urgency fueled by a mix of fear and unresolved emotions. Cypher Knoxx lay in the bed, unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily.
Angela was crying as she sat next to Cypher, her hands trembling as she grasped his. "What were you even doing there?" she demanded, her voice breaking.
Whitney closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound echoing in the quiet room. She approached the bed, her gaze fixed on Cypher's battered form. "You know, she still would have been fine if you didn't protect her."
