At that very moment, Chris May had already flung the door open, standing rigidly in the doorway with an almost obsequious posture, awaiting Issac Monroe’s arrival. The air in the hallway felt thick with unspoken tension, a nervous energy emanating from Chris May that seemed to crackle in the silence. He had been meticulously arranging the scene, ensuring everything was ‘just so’ for Issac Monroe’s entry, yet the meticulously crafted facade crumbled the moment he saw the unwavering, expressionless gaze of Issac Monroe approaching. A sudden panic seized him, his meticulously rehearsed words catching in his throat.
"I... I didn't..." he stammered, his voice a pathetic squeak, the words barely escaping his lips as his eyes darted nervously, searching for any sign of softening in Issac Monroe’
