We watched everything unfold in silence, hidden behind the pillar. The moment the elevator doors shut, carrying the businessman and the woman into the depths of whatever hellish operation this was, a realization settled between us.
This was the place.
I met Serina's eyes. Then Hina's. No words were needed—just a single nod between us.
Step. Step. Step.
We moved out from behind the pillar, walking with purpose toward the elevator. Our footsteps echoed in the near-empty passage.
The two remaining men—Tony and the suited guard—immediately turned toward us. Tony, now up close, was even more massive than he had seemed from a distance. His red shirt clung tightly to his muscular frame, and his eyes scanned us with sharp calculation. The other man in the black suit remained silent but alert, his posture tense.
"Hmm?" Tony narrowed his gaze at us, his curiosity piqued.
