Evan strode into the room, his presence commanding the room instantly. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his cold demeanor radiated authority as his piercing gaze locked onto Amit, who instinctively shrank back. Behind Evan, two guards followed, their movements mechanical and their faces devoid of emotion, resulting from the brainwashing that had turned them into perfect sentinels.
Amit's legs buckled, and he stumbled back against the wall. "Evan…" he whispered, his voice cracking.
Evan's lips curved into a faint smile, though it lacked any warmth. "Amit," he said, his tone calm and measured, like a predator toying with its prey. "How are you finding your stay?"
Amit's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. His fear was palpable, and the air in the room seemed to grow heavier with each passing second.
