The visitor stared at Will with wide eyes as he gulped. How did he know that? Surely he doesn't know everything that happened in this building.
Was his life visible in this building? That's an idiotic question to ask. Of course, it'd be. He runs an organization that could overthrow this world's government if they wanted to.
The sound of the sobbing woman from the camera filled the silence in the room, making him cringe. He didn't want to be like her-not now, at least.
Maybe never.
The intensity of Will's stare-or should he say glare?-was enough to have him stuttering out his excuse immediately.
"W-What? Lie? Which lie? I don't see any."
Stated the visitor as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his eyes drifting to the deadly weapon tucked away neatly in Will's pants.
"You may not or sense any, but I do," informed Will with a raised brow.
