The man in white took a step forward, his hands calmly resting behind his back. There was no tension in his movements, no sign of fear or aggression—just a strange, quiet confidence that made the air feel heavier.
Lilith stared at him, her cold blue eyes narrowing. "I don't know who you are," she said slowly, her voice echoing faintly through the empty street, "but if you don't leave now, you'll regret this."
The man didn't answer. He simply smiled.
That small, almost polite smile made something inside her twist with irritation. He wasn't taking her seriously. He wasn't scared. He wasn't even interested.
"Lana," Lilith said flatly without looking back, "step back."
Lana hesitated for a second but obeyed, moving several feet behind.
