Director Ashline paced in the dimly lit room, shadows from a single flickering torch casting long, eerie shadows over the silent, bound figure of Assistant Darwin, the old man that would've undoubtedly killed Turai and Gareth if it wasn't for the intervention of Director Ashline who'd arrived right on time.
The weight of Darwin's betrayal seemed to press in on the room, thickening the silence between them. Ashline leaned forward, his tone heavy with both anger and a touch of regret.
"Tell me, Darwin," Ashline began, his voice barely controlled, "how did Lehzin get to you? Were you threatened? Did they promise something in return for your betrayal?" His sharp gaze searched Darwin's face for any crack, any sign of remorse, but Darwin's expression remained cold, his eyes glinting with a strange fanaticism.
