The air in the warehouse grew heavy as the figure stepped into the light. A man with an aura of authority, draped in dark robes, his face partially obscured by a hood, approached the bound kidnappers with a measured stride. He exuded a sense of control, and his presence alone was enough to make the captured men squirm.
Layla stepped out from her hiding place, her stance firm, her eyes locked on the man. "So, you're the one behind all this."
The man stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of Layla and her companions. "Ah, Lady Layla," he said, his voice smooth and unsettling. "I had hoped we would meet under different circumstances."
Layla didn't flinch. "Spare me the pleasantries. What's your game? Why target Rossette?"
