'Evelyn?'
Adam paused, the name slicing through his thoughts like a knife.
His brows furrowed deeply.
Without a word, the blood blades floating around Cael edged closer, the air around them thickening with hostility.
"You're mistaken."
Adam said coldly.
"I know who Evelyn is."
Cael flinched back and immediately threw his arms up in panic.
"Fuck, chill the hell out, man!"
He blurted.
"I'm not lying!"
Desperation laced his voice as he rushed to explain.
"Silver eyes... always wearing that damn white coat... and that freakish lie-detecting ability of hers! I swear it's her!"
Adam's gaze didn't waver.
He stayed silent, but inside, his mind was racing.
He closed his eyes for a brief second, sinking into deep thought, recalling his first encounter with Celestia's puppets on the first floor... when Evelyn had been there too.
