“You’re… Freya Miller.”
The moment those words left their lips, the atmosphere inside the room shifted. The police officers immediately became alert, their eyes locking onto me with renewed suspicion and hostility. It was clear that they had finally realized the truth—that the woman who had been calmly walking beside them earlier, unnoticed because of her altered appearance, was the very person they had been searching for.
At that point, there was no use regretting my decision. I had gone through all the trouble of disguising myself to avoid recognition, yet circumstances forced me to reveal my identity anyway. But I didn’t introduce myself as a fugitive. I faced them not as the criminal they believed me to be, but as the acting leader of this pack.
“So the information we received was c
