LOGINOscar slowly lifted his head. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling unevenly.“If you refuse,” Cale continued—his voice calm, stripped of any overt threat, which somehow made it far more terrifying—“you never should’ve thought about refusing in the first place. You do remember your
Oscar fell silent. His jaw clenched, his gaze dropping to the floor. The muffled groans and restrained cries coming from Noel on the screen made his stomach twist with fear. But he couldn’t reveal Harold’s whereabouts. “I don’t know,” he said at last.Cale smiled faintly—a smile devoid of warmth. “N
“I don’t think so,” the guard replied, then stepped aside to let Cale in.The room was dim, lit only by a single hanging lamp that glowed weakly from the center of the rusted ceiling. Its yellow light spilled unevenly, casting long shadows across damp concrete walls. The stench of blood, sweat, and
“Not yet,” Cale cut in coldly. “You haven’t given me the one thing that matters most.”“What is it?” Noel’s voice trembled.“Harold’s location.”Noel froze. His face drained of what little color remained.“I don’t know,” he said quickly. “I swear. He keeps moving. Even Oscar—”Cale narrowed his eyes
Silence filled the room once more as Noel’s question hung in the air. The fluorescent lights reflected off the steel table, casting his pale face into stark clarity—no place to hide, no shadows left to shield him.Cale crossed his arms over his chest. “Now tell me everything,” he said flatly. “Don’t
“Chris, don’t go too far,” Daven warned.Chris turned his head. His fist was still suspended in the air, clenched tight, a smear of blood visible across one knuckle. “Too far?” He sneered at Daven. “This is nothing.”Without warning, his fist flew again.Thud!Noel staggered sideways. The chair he h







