"Hey, you little shit, what do you think you're doing?"
Davy took a step forward, trying to maintain the same arrogance as before, but something was different. The air felt denser, heavier. His breathing faltered for a moment, and a shiver ran down his spine.
That look.
Kael's golden eyes didn't just hold anger or disdain—they were like sharp blades, cold and lethal, as if they had already judged and condemned everyone there.
The shadow behind him rippled unnaturally, as if it were alive, growing and spreading across the walls, engulfing the bathroom in a suffocating gloom.
Davy tried to open his mouth to speak, but the moment Kael's killing intent intensified, his entire body refused to move. A primal instinct, buried deep within him, screamed at him to run. But running wasn't an option.
The silence was absolute.
Jhonatan, Dominic, and the other boy felt it too. Their bodies were rigid, their hearts pounding in their chests. It wasn't just fear—it was pure terror.
