The threads tightened like steel wire, biting deep into Alger's muscles.
"What are you trying to do?!" Shocked and furious, Alger stared fixedly at Misor and demanded, "Is this how you conduct your business?!"
Misor merely shrugged at his accusation, an expression mixing sympathy and mockery on his face. "Relax, friend. I'm just the messenger. Our captain has a few things she wants to discuss with you in person."
"Captain?"
Before Alger had finished speaking, faint footsteps sounded from the shadows at the very back of the compartment.
Then a woman with a graceful figure, dressed in a man's coat, slowly emerged from the darkness.
She had black curls and a breathtakingly beautiful face, but her azure eyes seethed with bone-chilling cold and madness, like a polar current.
The instant Alger saw her face clearly, his pupils contracted sharply.
"Vice Admiral of Ailment-Tracy!"
Tracy ignored his cry. She did not even glance at him. All her attention was focused on the black suitcase sitting quietly in the middle of the room.
Her steps were unsteady as she forced down her anger and grief and slowly approached the suitcase.
Her trembling hand reached for its clasp.
Click.
The lid opened.
When she saw "Brando's" corpse curled up inside, his eyes wide open and an expression of pain and terror still lingering on his face, Tracy swayed violently.
As though all her support had been stripped away, she staggered half a step backward and leaned against the wall, barely keeping herself from falling.
No... This isn't how it was supposed to be.
I only wanted you to come back, to come back to my side. I never thought-it would happen like this. Overwhelming anguish and regret swallowed her in an instant. Her breathing grew rapid, her eyes reddened, and she teetered on