Eland crossing its legs. Smoke had been billowing from between its fingers since earlier. Its dark eyes refused to release the figure in front of it.
"You're still not talking?" it asked softly. But, beware, Eland's soft voice was akin to the most terrifying chant ever heard. The hair on one's neck would stand on end and certainly not want to hear Eland's voice in this state again.
"There's nothing I can say. Nothing," retorted the interlocutor. Although his voice trembled and was filled with fear, there was still a trace of courage in him.
"Before Sam finds out, An." Eland straightened his back slightly. He extinguished the cigarette that was still burning.
"But what I did wasn't to trap the Boss. Not at all!" Anne stood up. Her eyes stared unwaveringly at Eland, who remained relaxed
