Leon, frozen for a second, was brought sharply back to his senses by a firm nudge from Crimson beside him. She was signaling him insistently to follow her into this intimidating new tent.
Her expression had become quite serious now—completely unlike before when she'd seemed somewhat carefree and relaxed during their flight.
This is different. She's worried about something.
Leon had absolutely no choice but to follow her inside, despite every instinct screaming at him to run.
I'll go. Only because I haven't detected any serious malicious intent toward me from anyone until now.
He took a deep, steadying breath and entered along with her, trying to calm his racing heart.
If I had sensed genuine killing intent or danger, I would have tried to flee immediately instead.
They entered together, crossing through the blue cloth covering that served as the entrance. Leon found himself holding his breath in tense anticipation mixed with a genuine bit of fear.
What am I walking into?
