A shadowy figure quickly grabbed Zahara's wrist, and before she could utter a word, forcibly pulled her into the room.
Zahara's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to scream, her mouth was firmly covered by a broad hand.
In an instant, her body was pushed by a powerful force, pressed tightly against the closed door.
"Got you."
The man narrowed his eyes slightly. Though his face betrayed no obvious emotional fluctuation, his eyes revealed a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
As the familiar voice and presence flooded in, Zahara instantly recognized the man before her.
She struggled to suppress her inner panic and asked with feigned calmness, "Why aren't you finding another patron in Verdiville? What are you doing here? What? No one else is as gene
