That night, in the basement beneath Stark Manor, where bright lights cast a steady glow over a single chair positioned at the center of the room.
Ethan stood a short distance away, with his phone in hand. But just before he began, a message came through.
He glanced down at the screen.
Miss Berlene❤️: I think it actually worked. I've been in this house for the last three hours and my father hasn't called for me yet.
Ethan read it and smiled, before taking the texts screen away. He thrust his right hand forward and magic circle formed in front of him.
And from it, the hitman summon emerged.
Joe Sanderberg.
Ethan gestured toward the chair. "Sit."
Joe moved without resistance, and sat down in the chair, gazing back at his summoner.
Ethan watched him for a second. Then muttered under his breath, "Two can play this game."
He stepped forward, pulling out his phone again and activating the camera. He adjusted the angle, positioning it directly in front of Joe's face.
