Cli Clank—
Rupert locked the door behind him.
"I've got you."
A small smile spread across his lips. The escapee was now trapped. He made sure that to be the case.
"Hooo."
At the same time, he felt cold sweat trickle down the side of his face.
Had he not been paying extreme attention, he would've been in trouble.
Thankfully, he had been on high alert. While he did believe the story at first, the fact that his so-called 'colleague' refused to even look at him once was fairly suspicious.
Of course, that wasn't enough to warrant Rupert's actions.
The real reason why he was able to find out was simply because of the threads that were coming out of his body. They were thin, almost imperceptible. And yet, if one paid close attention, they'd notice them.
It was almost as if he wanted him to detect him.
"...No, that's unlikely."
Why would he want himself to be detected if his goal was to escape?
