In the room, apart from the faint sound of breathing, there was no noise at all, a silence that was terrifyingly quiet.
Though both of them appeared to be reading, it was obvious that one person's thoughts weren't focused on the book. He leaned against the sofa, holding the book in his hands, his gaze drifting and distracted.
Erin Adler.
Red Falcon watched the woman. She was half-lying in a nearby corner, her hands cuffed together, placing the book flat on her legs. She seemed to be genuinely reading, occasionally turning the pages awkwardly.
No, it's all a facade. This woman would never easily settle down.
Having lived for so long, Red Falcon had been deceived numerous times, just like how Bola initially told him it was merely a dangerous job, similar to the battles and chaos in Lower City District. Young Red Falcon believed it so and then served alongside those lovely demons in that hellish place of the Purification Mechanism ever since.
