AUTHOR’S POV
Nevada cries out, desperately shaking her head. “I don’t know his name! I swear, I don’t know!” Her voice cracks with desperation, but the man in front of her is not convinced.
He c***s his gun, the sound echoing ominously throughout the room, and for a brief moment, she wonders if she is capable of pulling off what she is attempting. But she believes they have no choice but to take this risk.
Lane has clearly escaped, and revealing his identity will not help them. They understand that there is no way out of here. They know Jun; they know too much.
Perhaps dying now is not such a bad thing, given that death is the only thing that awaits them. “Please, I’m not lying! Please, I swear, I don't know," she pleads, her eyes wide with terror, and the man's response is a sharp s
