Emir's gaze remained fixed on the message as time seemed to stretch.
A tense silence enveloped the room, the air growing heavy with an almost palpable pressure.
The gang members, now fully healed and gathered around him, exchanged fearful glances.
Each of them was acutely aware of the invisible force radiating from him.
Unintentionally, he emanated an aura of pure killing intent.
A chilling manifestation of his emotions that seemed to constrict the very atmosphere around them.
Heartbeats quickened, and breaths became shallower as they involuntarily found themselves caught in the weight of his presence pressing down on them.
It was like an unrelenting vice grip on their senses.
"E-Emir… PLEASE!"
It took a stuttering plea from Kiera to break the silence, her voice a desperate tremor.
Emir's sigh then cut through the room like a gust of frigid wind, his expression hardening into an icy mask.
