Ethan took a long drag of his cigarette and smirked. "Poor girl. She doesn't even know what's coming. But hey, she had her chance. Now it's on her." He flicked the ash onto the dirty floor and grinned. "My mission starts now."
"Good luck," Anabella replied, her voice soft, yet her smile held a strange warmth that seemed out of place.
Ethan crushed the cigarette under his boot, twisting it into the floor until the ember died. Without another glance at Anabella, he turned and walked out of the abandoned building, heading back toward Belmont.
The sound of his footsteps echoed through the pristine halls of the Belmont building. As he approached the scholarship students' cafeteria, his sharp gaze landed on two figures sitting close together: Olive and Lara.
