Douglas Den sat in the hospital room, cradling a steaming cup of tea, lost in thought. The door creaked open, and Maxwell strode in with purpose, their eyes locking in a intense stare. Douglas's heart skipped a beat as he felt a shiver run down his spine.
He slowly lowered the cup to the table, his hand trembling slightly, and raised his gaze to meet Maxwell's piercing stare. The air was filled with tension as they engaged in a silent, unnerving standoff.
"Good to see you're out of coma," Maxwell said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
"What do you want?" Douglas asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, knowing his visit couldn't be good news.
"The truth," Maxwell replied, his eyes locked on Douglas with an intensity that made his heart race.
Douglas's eyes widened in shock.
"Who even allowed you in? You're not supposed to be here," he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.
