After leaving the hospital, Eva went to meet someone.
Unlike the cozy Zero Degree Café earlier, this time it was a secluded VIP room on the top floor of a bar.
"You set it up so Sophia is still alive, didn't you?" Eva leaned over the table, both hands pressing down, eyes sharp on the man across from her.
"Yeah," the man replied. The room was already dim, and he sat further inside where barely any light reached his face. His features were almost completely obscured.
"Eva, listen up—I'm done working with you."
"Aren't you afraid—"
"You think you're in a position to threaten me? Don't kid yourself. We agreed: if Sophia survives, I take her away. But you? You tried to kill her. And me."
The man stood up, stepped out leisurely, and in the soft ambient lighting, his fox-li
