They returned to the same house from before, and now it was just the two of them. Sorn remained silent, his eyes fixed on Ralf's back. The silence stretched on, and Sorn's patience was wearing thin.
Finally, Ralf turned around. His brows furrowed deeply, his expression unreadable. After a moment's hesitation, he exhaled sharply and spoke.
"I think... no, wait, ugh, how do I even say this?" He clicked his tongue in frustration, gripping the edge of his sleeve before continuing. "Let's make a deal."
"A deal?"
"I'll tell you everything—about what happened to me and about that facility. But there's one condition, you can't leave."
"What do you mean, 'can't leave?'"
"You can't run away from me."
"You're kidding, right? You think that's possible?"
"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you anything…"
