Not long after —
The door of the private room opened again, and Karl looked up, only to see a group of men entering the room.
Karl frowned at the sight of them. He stood up at once, instinctively shifting a step to the side so that Eira was shielded behind him.
"This private room is reserved. Did you come the wrong way?"
Even Pier scrambled to his feet, his brows furrowed in displeasure. "Yes, you must have come the wrong way. Leave immediately."
However, the men merely exchanged glances among themselves before looking back at them.
They were tall — broad-shouldered, thick-armed — and though their smiles were polite, there was something off about them. Something that didn't quite sit right.
Karl suddenly didn't like the place anymore.
"Pier, we're leaving," he said softly.
Pier looked at him. Before he could respond —
One of the men stepped forward, his lips curving into a practiced smile.
