The other party effortlessly pushed the door open, a hand tightly clutched around her fragile throat, and the other hand closed the door behind them.
The room was dimly lit, and Joy Parker looked at the person before her with a grim smile, feeling so cold her body almost lost all warmth.
She didn't know how others felt when facing death, but the only thing she could feel at the moment was an icy chill as if her entire body was submerged in water.
Even her soul seemed to be frozen, a deep, bone-chilling coldness.
Joy was pressed against the cold wall, her face so pale it drained of all color, her eyes brimming with panic and fear.
The man slightly curled his lips into a smile filled with malice, appearing to relish in her fear.
"Joy," Jordan Guthrie began to laugh, "I've caught you."
His smile had a tinge of innocence, which betrayed a sense of cruelty.
