As Björn's name echoed through the tense air, a collective shock rippled among the group, their eyes darting in disbelief toward the man they had known for years.
Yet, amidst the turmoil, Björn himself didn't show any shock or make any attempts to deny those claims. Instead, the previously confused suspicion he had so perfectly shared with the rest of the group, had now made way for a stoic resignation, and arms crossed in front of his chest.
His posture was unwavering, and his gaze fixed not on those he had betrayed, but on Victor. "I don't care that you ratted me out," he said, calmly before his gaze suddenly hardened and seemed to pierce through Victor's skull.
"But our deal stands, you hear me?" he growled threateningly, yet calmly, while pointing at Victor. "I held up my end of it, now you need to hold up yours."
