This is Avery Jane's first time in such a place.
The ninety-ninth floor is a height sufficient to overlook the city.
At such a height, it feels as if everything is beneath one's feet.
The office door opens, and that terrifying aura rushes out, infiltrating her every breath, creating a feeling of impending collapse.
"Avery Jane, we meet again." The man's voice, deep and lazy, echoes in the vast space, pressing on her heart like a large boulder, suffocating her almost to the point of asphyxiation.
The man's tall figure stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window; he turns around, his cold and stern eyes looking at her, both stern and enchanting.
His gaze and words carry a frightening confidence, like a sharp arrow piercing Avery's heart.
If convincing him not to trouble this experiment is a struggle, then this man is a formidable opponent, and what she wants to achieve today will not be easy.
