Warning

"Lucinda, Lucinda, are you alright?" Ralph asked, his gaze fixated on her with an unsettling intensity. Lucinda weakly met his eyes and replied, "Yes," before slowly walking away, her nose wrinkling as blood began to trickle from it.

Concerned, Ralph rushed to her side, holding her hand gently. "You're bleeding," he remarked, swiftly retrieving a handkerchief to staunch the flow.

"Thank you," Lucinda muttered, forcing a smile that failed to conceal its artificiality.

"That's a warning from me," Lucifer interjected as Lucinda and Ralph made their way to the company cafeteria. They settled down, Ralph ordering their food while Lucinda attempted to immerse herself in her meal. Just as she was about to take a bite, her phone rang, revealing an unfamiliar number on the screen.

"Hello," she answered, her tone cautious. "How are you? It's me, Nathan," a familiar voice declared bluntly.

Unfazed, Lucinda inquired, "I'm good. Why are you calling?" Nathan's response was straightforward: