Zane wore a black shirt tucked into matching black pants, his sleeves rolled up, giving him the look of a bloodthirsty villain on the hunt for his prey. His usual gaze, devoid of emotions, locked onto Selina's frightened form as he drew closer.
"Mr. Zane... what are you doing here?" Selina murmured. Her voice trembled with uncertainty about his intentions.
Zane came to a stop in front of her, the distance between them barely an inch. "How do you feel now about your release?" His question lacked a hint of genuine concern.
And it felt like a ticking bomb in front of her; any reply could set it off.
"I... I feel good," she replied, but not in this proximity. Not here.
"I see. So threatening me did make you feel better," he uttered in a calm tone.
His expression stayed unreadable as he slid a hand into his trouser pocket and pulled out an object. With a flick of his wrist, the blade snapped free from its plastic casing, catching the golden headlights with a ruthless gleam.
