— Kyle Valtier's POV —
The silence in Alpha Team's lounge inside the headquarters of the Magical Intelligence (FBI) was heavy and nauseating, like the silence of a morgue awaiting the arrival of new corpses.
I sat in the corner, holding a paper cup of bad black coffee, watching the hands of the digital clock hanging above the massive holographic screen.
1:00 AM.
Valisera had been gone for four hours.
She said she was going to meet a confidential informant in the Golden Sector to obtain the "final key" to breach Saint Hilarious Hospital.
Normally, Valisera's absence wouldn't raise concern.
She was a demon walking on two legs—an S-rank entity capable of folding space and turning humans into cubes of flesh with a snap of her fingers.
Who would worry about a natural disaster?
But… the atmosphere tonight was charged with tension.
Eva Blackwood was cleaning her sniper scope with a silk cloth for the fiftieth time, her black eyes blinking with unusual agitation.
