Meanwhile, Amera and Shoyo sat across from the techno-creator company inside a cat cafe dressed in casual clothing wearing ordinary-looking masks to cover their faces.
Gazing at Ryan and Amelia's figures trudging through the entrance of the Thecno Creator company, blurred by the passing pedestrians. They crossed the long lounge with no obstruction, stepping into the elevator without even the receptionist asking about the purpose of their visit.
Amera, watching the scene of the elevator closing and Ryan and Amelia's figures disappearing unfold through surveillance, tightened her grip on Shoyo's trembling shoulders. Trembling not out of fear but not for himself.
Shoyo felt his hostility rise and his blood boil.
The people on the other side of the street mutilated and maltreated Amera.
