The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

I leaned back in my chair, rolling my shoulders as the news continued to play on the TV.

The room was silent.

Samantha adjusted her glasses, still analyzing me carefully.

Abigail, on the other hand, looked stunned, pale, almost lost.

I smirked, turning to Samantha. "Ms. Samantha, any more questions you wanna ask?"

She hummed, tapping her fingers lightly against the table. "Just one."

I raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

She leaned forward slightly. "Do you want to live?"

The question caught me off guard for a second.

Even Abigail turned to look at me, her blue eyes unreadable.