"It seems there's nothing left."
Ethan patiently waited for a few more minutes, but the interrogator, looking much like a startled animal, huddled to the corner of the room, raising his neck to stare at him, unable to utter a single sound.
The interrogator waited until Ethan and Lindong had gone far, along with the damned black cat that seemed to appear out of nowhere, as it too followed them out of the room.
The tearing wound on the back of his hand continued to spread, looking as if it were poisoned.
Until the footsteps faded away, the entire mansion plunged into dead silence once more. The quiet outside the interrogation room made his skin crawl, as he had no idea how Lindong had arrived here, nor what might have happened to Baron Fulin, who was supposed to be conducting the interrogation. When he, with trepidation, stepped out the main door, what met his eyes was not the bloody scene he had anticipated.
In fact, there was nothing outside the door.
