Sebastian turned to Gerald and gave a firm instruction. "Clear this room, and take him back to the other basement. I'll decide what to do with him later."
Gerald nodded without hesitation.
With that, Sebastian walked out, Dylan following behind him though this time, a faint unease lingered in his steps. The whole situation was beginning to settle in, and with it came a quiet skepticism he couldn't quite shake off.
Outside the company and back in the car, the afternoon sun still hung high. It was only around 3 p.m. far too early to head to his mother's place.
Sebastian glanced at Dylan, noticing how quiet he had become, how his thoughts seemed to be spiraling inward.
"It's still early, isn't it?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. "You didn't exactly take your time there at all."
Dylan let out a breath, leaning back slightly. "It was my first time seeing that much blood that wasn't mine. You should be praising me for not throwing up."
