The luxurious black car was utterly silent, the tension so thick and palpable that it felt like a physical force pressing in on them from all sides.
Everyone inside stared at Jenkins with the same intense, unwavering gaze as if he were a lamb being sized up for slaughter.
Even Seven, who had his eyes closed in an almost meditative repose mere moments ago, was now fully awake and alert, his sharp features etched with amusement.
"Do you fear death?” A deep voice belonging to the masked man echoed.
His mere presence was suffocating, overbearing in a way that made the hairs on the back of Jenkins's neck prickle with primal unease.
Those piercing amber eyes seemed to bore straight through him, stripping away every pretense and lie until only his deepest fears and insecurities remained expo
