The air turned still.
That voice—calm, slow, and laced with venom—rolled down the staircase like a guillotine falling.
"So, you guys were the rats infesting my mansion."
It was Principal Gerax, and just the weight of his words was enough to make their blood run cold.
But it was nothing compared to what came next.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
His footsteps echoed in the iron cellar as he descended, each step slow and deliberate, like a Grim Reaper walking toward them.
The dim torchlight flickered violently, almost afraid of him.
Jessy looked at Alex, whose breaths were shallow, almost nonexistent. The emergency recovery pill had dulled the bleeding, but his body was convulsing slightly, muscles spasming under burned, torn flesh.
She turned to Raven, and their eyes met.
"Just a few more minutes…" Raven whispered, his voice trembling.
Jessy turned back to Alex, and seeing his state, her hands trembled as she clutched Alex's shoulder, gritting her teeth.
