The words of the enigmatic man lingered in the atmosphere, causing Camellia’s heart to pound violently against her chest in response to the unexpected and unsettling revelation. “You… know him?” she managed to whisper, her voice fragile like ice on a frozen pond.
The man, dressed in a dark suit, remained completely motionless, his dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. He simply nodded slowly and deliberately. “Yes, I know Eric Caddel.”
Amy, still positioned protectively in front of her friend, stepped closer, her body taut with tension. “That’s not an answer! Who are you? How did you know Eric? And why are you here now?” Each question escalated in volume, tinged with a mix of fear and anger.
Ignoring Amy’s question, he casted his gaze fully to Camellia.” Camellia, I’ve been searching for
