Dexter was running a fever. His breath was warm, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his stance was unsteady.
He hugged me from behind and whispered, "Sophia… I'm scared."
It was everyone else who feared him, even people like Eva. Though they were the type who got their thrills by bullying others, he was someone who'd kill in cold blood.
"You guys have ulterior motives, actually teaming up with this psycho killer! You won't be leaving now that you're here!" Eva said angrily, signaling those around her to take action.
Violette remained unaware. I grabbed both of them and hurriedly headed out.
I yanked Dexter, causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance.
Eva came with three people. They were big, tough individuals.
It was wiser to retreat than to face unnecessary harm.
Violette and I quickly ran out. She was pressing the elevator button forcefully.
