Despite Reaves' formidable display of power, the assailant's escape left an air of uncertainty lingering in the room.
As the luminous aftermath of the confrontation dimmed, Reaves surveyed the room, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of concern and determination.
With the assailant's escape, Reaves, still simmering with annoyance, chose not to pursue but instead focused on the immediate well-being of his daughter.
Reaves, his stern countenance softened by paternal concern, rushed to Tiffany's side, the remnants of the shattered glass beneath his feet. "Tiffany, are you alright?" he questioned urgently, his eyes scanning her for any visible injuries.
Tiffany, still recovering from the shock, managed a wry smile, "I'm fine, Dad. Just a little shaken." Reaves, however, wasn't satisfied with a mere verbal assurance. His years of experience as a leader and father propelled him to meticulously examine his daughter.
