*Leo*
I had been a long time since I was in this abandoned warehouse.
I walked through the dimly lit corridor, my hands shoved into my coat pockets. Ahead of me, Franky and Darion were already waiting, their expressions grim.
"She hasn't said a word," Franky muttered the moment I stepped beside them.
He tilted his head toward the one-way mirror, where Maria Moreira sat motionless on the other side.
"Yeah, she just walked into our territory like she owned the place and surrendered herself. No resistance. No hesitation. Nothing," Darion added.
"Hmm…" I touched the glass lightly.
I stared at the woman in the makeshift interrogation room.
She was younger than I expected. Late twenties, maybe. Her jet-black hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, her features sharp but calm.
