After taking a moment to regain his composure, Desmond shifted his gaze back to the transparent screen, where time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace. The ticking seconds only served to deepen his frustration. With a heavy sigh, he rose from his kneeling position and turned around, only to be met with Annie's icy expression piercing through him.
Despite her attempt to appear cold, the shimmering stars in her large orange eyes betrayed her curiosity, flitting back and forth between Desmond's pocket and the lifeless body nearby. The fleeting moment of curiosity quickly dissipated as she realized her young master was observing her intently, causing her eyes to regain their usual calmness.
