Meanwhile, Alyssa was leading Alex and Azrael through the dimly lit corridors of the prison. The eerie flicker of torches danced across the stone walls, casting long shadows that made the air feel heavier with every step.
Alyssa broke the silence, glancing at Alex. "Alex, I've contacted the person you told me about—but I didn't speak with him directly, only with his secretary. Are you sure someone like him will come for you?"
Alex chuckled lightly, his expression calm yet confident. "Don't worry. He'll come running. I just hope the message reaches him."
Azrael, visibly tense, clenched his fists. "And if it doesn't?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Alex turned his head sharply, his lips curling into a devilish grin. He pointed toward a wall where dozens of severed heads hung like grotesque trophies. "Then your head will be up there too, giving those people some company."
