Three individuals stood at the airport, resembling a paused painting.
Possibly because of their attractiveness, passersby stopped to look more closely, some even glancing around to see if there were cameras filming.
But when Atlas Hallow's cold stare swept over the crowd, no one dared to linger longer.
After all, while they were easy on the eyes, the moment that man in black's dark gaze passed over them, an overwhelming aura of menace, tinged with a sense of bloodthirstiness, rushed towards them.
Those standing closer couldn't help but feel a shiver up their spine.
"Charlotte, come here…" Atlas Hallow's voice rose amid the airport's air, deep and resonant, overshadowing all the surrounding noise, his voice seeming to swirl all the air currents, wishing to trap her within.
Those hands were like vices, gripping him, hypnotic as he stared at Charlotte.
Charlotte felt as though her being was squeezed by invisible hands, almost suffocating.
