Late at night, Cillian Forrest finished handling his military affairs. It was already quite late when he ended the call with Ethan Cross.
He glanced at Sophie Wexler's room. The door was shut tight, and not a sound came from within. 'She must be asleep.'
He looked away, put away his Light Brain, and got up to head to the bathroom.
Sophie Wexler's house wasn't large, and the bathroom was no exception. When Cillian Forrest stepped inside, his presence made the space feel cramped.
He took off his clothes, one piece at a time, revealing the neck ring hidden beneath his high collar.
Cillian Forrest slowly reached out, his fingertips grazing the cool surface of the neck ring.
Such a device was meant to imprison and restrain slaves, a symbol of shame. And now, that symbol was on him.
The man's eyes gradually darkened. The hint of light blue hidden deep in his pupils cast an eerie glow, radiating extreme danger. For a moment, it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.
