Lorenzo sat on the chair, his hands cuffed behind him. Eve was seated with her back to him, and surrounding them were soldiers holding aluminothermic rifles, the igniters at the muzzles burning softly, indicating that these lethal weapons were ready to fire.
Although Lorenzo was seated in the dark station, the tall walls obstructing his view, the sound of machines roaring in operation echoed through the night, a heavy and distant noise that made Lorenzo aware of the machine's immense size just by its sound.
Indeed, something significant was bound to happen tonight.
"So, this is your true identity, isn't it?"
Looking at Bola in front of him, Lorenzo recognized his voice the moment he spoke. The detective's sharpness in some areas was truly remarkable.
"Don't speak yet, let me guess."
Lorenzo said theatrically, contemplating as fragments of Bola's past pieced together in his mind, finally revealing his true form.
