John's attitude left the other two momentarily silenced.
If he had been more assertive from the start, or indifferent, they might have found a solution.
But now, his demeanor complicated matters for both of them.
"What's the matter? You three don't seem to be having a good time," said a familiar voice.
As they all instinctively looked towards the source, a black mist slowly materialized and drifted to the opposite couch.
John, sitting beside it, couldn't help but probe the fog with his mind power, only to find it impenetrable.
He had tried before, but being so close today, he wanted to test it again.
Still, the outcome was the same as before; the contents of the mist remained elusive.
He suspected that this was no ordinary mist, perhaps not even a mist at all but a mere distraction, with nothing human within.
Regardless, this entity had indeed helped him, and the boss surely harbored other motives.
