The mask fell into his hand, revealing the sharp features of Cassius Varen. His eyes, though steady, carried a weight that words alone could not capture.
"History repeating itself," Cassius muttered, his voice heavier now, stripped of the performance he used with others.
Sophia finally lifted her gaze from the laptop, meeting his with calm curiosity. The glow of the screen reflected in her eyes as she tilted her head slightly. "Do you have in mind who it could be?" she asked. Her voice carried no panic, only quiet calculation.
Cassius lowered himself into the armchair opposite her, the mask still in his grip. His shoulders sagged slightly as though the weight of his own thoughts pressed against him. He shook his head once, the motion faint, almost reluctant. "No clue," he admitted dejectedly. "Everyone seems loyal after that incident."
