As I continued down the stairs, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, halting my progress.
I turned to see Ms. Taylor standing there, her expression a mix of concern and determination.
"Mr. Darhk, wait," she said softly, her voice tinged with urgency. "Where will you go now?" Her eyes searched mine, seeking answers.
"I'm going home, where else would be going?" I asked, and I shrugged my shoulders, and she removed her hand from it.
I felt myself tense up, and I began to feel apprehension toward her.
'I can't trust anyone right now, and she's being awfully nice to me, why?,' I thought to myself.
"I'm worried about you, Mr. Darhk," she admitted, her voice soft but earnest.
"After what just happened with Mr. Moon, I want to make sure you're okay. We were supposed to have a get-together tonight to celebrate your promotion, remember?"
She paused, her expression grew more concerning.
