The night wind slipped through the broken window of the house, bringing a cold chill that made the room feel even emptier.
Red and blue lights from police cars still flashed outside, reflecting off the walls covered in bullet holes. Several officers moved in and out, checking every corner of the place.
Yet amidst all the chaos, one sentence still hung in the air.
They came to kill you.
Ethan stood still for several seconds.
His gaze was empty, but his mind was racing.
Daniel was the first to break the silence.
"Are you sure about what you heard?" he asked the officer.
The officer nodded.
"Yes. One of the detainees said it before being taken away."
Victor Hale looked as if all the color had drained from his face.
"No… that can't be…"
Leonard Graves stood with his hands in his coat pockets, staring at Ethan with an unreadable expression.
"Interesting," he murmured.
Daniel turned quickly.
"Interesting?"
Leonard shrugged lightly.
"Doesn't it explain a lot of things?"
