"Shit," Ty muttered, watching Yun-Jin and Rosana waiting at the exit. Both had their arms crossed, their gazes fixed on him. He sighed, reluctantly getting to his feet. Whatever was coming, it wasn't going to be easy—not with these two ready to face off, and definitely not with Waddle knowing more than he should.
He forced a smile and strode toward them, his black cuffs feeling heavier than ever. Whatever was going on, he would deal with it head-on—for now, at least.
As Ty followed both Yun-Jin and Rosana out, he couldn't help but notice the increased number of guards lining the corridors. The air seemed heavier with their presence, their rigid stances a reminder of the heightened security measures. The usual dim light flickered above, casting long shadows across the stony hallway as their boots echoed down the corridor. It wasn't long before two guards stepped in front of them, blocking their path.
