Mantis Tower, Metro City
Scott McQueen stood between Zoe Kingston and Vincent Lakewood with the kind of blank expression that didn't scream confused—no, it whispered something far worse.
It was the type of face that made people instinctively assume you were plotting something sinister. His brows were relaxed, lips resting in a neutral line, and his eyes were just… empty.
No squint, no shift, no flicker of emotion.
And that's what made it uncomfortable.
Zoe kept darting quick glances at him and her thin brows slightly furrowed, as if expecting him to suddenly pull out a hidden blade or declare some master plan.
Conversely, Vincent had that overly smug grin plastered on his face—but even he couldn't stop his gaze from twitching toward Scott every few seconds, as if expecting… something.
But the truth?
Scott wasn't planning anything.
Not even close.
『… What the hell are these people even doing here?』
That was the grand thought looping in his head like a broken record.
