As Xylon stood and turned to walk away, his posture radiated a sense of cold, calculated power, leaving Eva feeling small and insignificant in his wake.
"You're a mess, Eva," he intoned, his voice low and menacing. "And that's one thing I'm certain of. Evil men like me thrive on chaos.Evil men like me can't resist the allure of someone like you . You're a magnet for darkness.."
Xylon's voice was a sinister murmur, laden with the weight of impending doom. "So go ahead, Eva," he hissed, each word dripping with venomous intent.
"Run, if you dare. But remember this: no matter how far you flee, you'll never escape the darkness that follows you. And in the end, you'll come crawling back to me, begging for the release only I can provide."
She didn't say a word, she just started walking right away. It was clear that he was informing her and not discussing with her
