A thick silence fell over the room.
It didn't just settle, It pressed. It Heavy, Sudden, and Suffocating.
Layla's posture remained the same, legs still crossed, one hand resting lightly on her desk as she say on it—but something about her demeanor had changed.
Her welcoming aura was gone.
The corners of her lips stayed curved, but the warmth behind them had vanished—like a smile drawn on cold steel.
As the feeling kicked in, Levi's breathing slowing down. The pressure felt like a finger creeping up his spine and prickling at the back of his neck.
“Wh...What...?" his voice came out almost barely, like a whisper carried by fear “…what is this?”
A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.
[Passive Skill: Danger Sense - Active]
The blue screen flickered into view, hanging in the air
