Ethan's footsteps echoed off the grimy walls of the old storage room, his unease obvious. He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with frustration.
"I should have shot Lyra in the head," he muttered, blaming himself for not hitting the right target. "Why did that stupid Harrison get in my way?"
Well, he wasn't remorseful for his actions. He only blamed himself for not using the right opportunity he had to get rid of Lyra once and for all.
He paused, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The sound of his panting filled the cramped space.
Suddenly, the creaky door swung open. The General Secretary stepped inside, a nondescript bag slung over his shoulder. He set it down with a soft thud.
"Will you continue sending me on errands forever?" the General Secretary rasped, h
