Room 9, Z-Planet.
Johan, having been untied by one of the six suited men in all-black from the elevator, didn't even bother putting on his clothes. With dried tears, dust, and mucus running under his nose and past his mouth, he scrambled forward and grabbed his phone.
Before, instead of trying to untie himself, he just lay there crying and mourning his social death.
Navigating through his Instagram account and going to his notifications, he was expecting numerous comments of mockery, but there was nothing, much to his surprise.
His heart beat fiercely, and he entered his profile.
The pictures and videos of him Nicholas had uploaded weren't there!
A wave of relief washed over his mind, and he unconsciously let out a deep sigh.
But then, his jaws clenched once more, and his eyes burned with anger.
"So… he was just toying with me?!"
