Chapter 9
At this moment, the living room—neither too large nor too small—felt like it had been split into two opposing worlds, stark as black and white.
On one side stood Vina, Indra, and the rest of the Glasgow Gang, their expressions dark and murderous. A suffocating tension hung in the air, like a storm on the verge of breaking. Behind them, the shadows seemed to deepen, an unspoken threat lingering in the room.
On the other side, standing alone, was Truth—a small, frail-looking Ursus girl clutching a book to her chest, her light blue hair falling neatly over her shoulders. She looked more like a lost schoolkid than someone who had just walked into the lion's den.
And in the middle, caught between two worlds, was Yoren.
Bang!
The sharp crack of breaking glass shattered the silence.
Indra had slammed her cup against the table, eyes burning with fury. "Yoren, who the hell is this kid?! Why did you let a damn primary schooler in? Have you lost your mind?!"
"I..."
Vina didn't wait for an answer. With a quick nod, she signaled to Kate, one of the gang members nearby.
Kate moved without a word, stepping quietly toward the entrance.
Click.