Oppressive silence enveloped the small house like thick fog blocking the way out.
No one spoke.
Only the sound of breathing could be heard inside the room.
Outside, the footsteps of several people moved slowly across the front yard. Their shadows were faintly visible through the slightly parted curtain gaps.
Daniel still stood near the window with a gun in his hand.
He peeked out again.
"Three cars. At least six people," he whispered.
Ethan stood in front of the door, his face as hard as stone.
"Helix?"
Daniel shook his head slightly.
"Not sure."
Leonard Graves stood a few steps behind them with an oddly casual demeanor for a situation like this.
As if the old man was enjoying a game that had just begun.
Victor Hale looked the most terrified.
The man sat on the sofa, his body trembling.
"They've come for me…"
Daniel turned to him.
"Who?"
Victor closed his eyes.
"The same people who killed Elena Ward."
Ethan spoke coldly,
"Good."
Victor opened his eyes in shock.
