Tears streamed silently down a few faces.
"So pray," Garin continued, his expression twisting into something malicious, "that you stay quiet. Make even a sound, and you'll die by my hand before help ever arrives."
Above ground, inside the police station, Lana and Monica finally stepped into a secure room.
Lana immediately contacted Mr. Crow through their link. 'Scan everyone.'
Only after confirming there were no listening devices did she look at Monica, her expression turning sharp and serious.
"I've confirmed it," Lana said quietly. "My theory was right."
Monica frowned in confusion, a crease forming between her brows as she turned toward Lana and motioned for her to continue.
The room smelled faintly of old paper and cold tea, the silence pressing lightly against her temples.
Lana swallowed hard, resisting the urge to gag as the memory resurfaced, and then spoke.
"Mr. Crow saw it."
Monica's hand paused midair.
