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Inaya's eyes froze on his face in the gloomy room. They were sitting far from each other (like previously), yet it did not restrict her from catching his frustrated sighs or grasps. He was again clad in black shade with his wounds left open. Like the previous times, his eyes showed nothing but emptiness laced together with unsaid guilt that he might have hidden inside his chest.
Inaya stared at him for a good few minutes. The way he hissed, it conveyed he was controlling his anger.
"Bastard!" Riyan grumbled, fuming in anger.
There were three other officers in the room apart from the two of them who were sitting on the table near the observation window across a pair of computer sets that recorded the investigation happening on the other side.
Was he still the same?
It was thrill
