"Because I'm one of them," Al said coldly, the corner of his lips curling ever so slightly. His gaze was sharp, cutting straight into the two in front of him. His tone was flat—soft, yet heavy enough to make the air in the room feel denser.
Rina's eyes widened. Dila, though not understanding what he meant, felt a chill crawl from the back of her neck down her spine, a strange unease blooming in her chest.
Al rose slowly, each step soundless. His faint smile remained, but his unblinking eyes and steady movements carried the confidence of someone in full control.
To both of them, Al's demeanor was like that of a predator measuring the distance to its prey. The atmosphere thickened.
Rina instinctively took a small leap back, adopting a half-ready fighting stance. Her shoulders were tense, fingers flexing as if ready to strike. Her breathing grew heavier, eyes scanning Al's every movement, as though weighing a difficult decision.
