As Aiden and Mira stepped outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows on the pavement, creating an eerie backdrop for the confrontation that lay ahead. Aiden’s heart pounded in his chest as he approached Alex, who leaned casually against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Alex said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Looks like you’re gathering quite the crowd, Aiden.”
“What do you want, Alex?” Aiden asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.
“Just came to check out the little art therapy session you’ve got going on,” Alex replied, his eyes narrowing. “Thought I’d see how your little facade is holding up.”
Mira stepped closer to Aiden, her presence a comforting shield. “You need to leave, Alex. You’re not welcome
