"Justin, I'm your Charlotte, don't you recognize me? Are you just too drunk..."
As she spoke, Evelyn Curtis was about to reach for Justin Battleson's arm, but Justin reacted quickly, grabbing Evelyn by the neck and pinning her against the wall.
"Speak! Who are you?"
Justin's voice was icy cold, and in that instant, Evelyn felt as though she had returned to those darkest of days, when a knife seemed perpetually perched above her neckline.
By instinct, her body trembled slightly.
"I said..." Evelyn's lips quivered, yet she couldn't utter a single coherent sentence.
It was then that Justin released his grip.
However, he furrowed his brows as if he had touched something, rubbed his fingertips, and quickly distanced himself from Evelyn in front of him.
The very next second, Justin seemed to revert back to his usual cold and noble self. As his thin lips parted slightly, he spoke slowly:
"Are your eyes malfunctioning?"
