Days had passed, and the tension in the mansion had thickened like a storm cloud refusing to break. The silence between Ryan and Jane was a heavy weight pressing down on both of them. She had stopped talking to him, shutting him out even when he tried to bridge the silence. Frustration brewed inside her, all because he had ignored her suggestion—a solution she had believed would spare them both from the endless whispers and judgemental glances, because the humiliation had grown so unbearable that that now kept her from stepping outside.But eventually, she reached her breaking point. On Lauren’s advice, she decided it was time to talk things out with him, to finally get him to see things her way.When he opened the door in response to her knock, he was surprised to see her standing there.“Well, well,” he teased, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Who do we have here?” He raised his brows with a playful smirk."Or did you knock on the wrong door?"She shot him a hard look. “E

Ryan stood near a broken window inside an uncompleted building near the bar, his arms folded and his face obscured by a smirk.In front of him, the man he had noticed in the bar was tied to a rusted pole jutting out of the wall, his wrists bound tightly with ropes. A welt had formed above his temple from the blow that had landed him here.Slowly, he stirred, his head lifting weakly. He squinted at the space, panic settling into his expression as the unfamiliar environment took hold of him. "Where... am I?” He croaked, tugging at the ropes binding him to the pole, like a trapped animal testing its cage. Ryan stepped forward, the sound of his shoe echoing against the concrete. He crouched a few feet away from the man, his expression unreadable. "Easy man,” he said, his voice low and laced with mockery. "Save your strength. You are going to need it for what is coming.” The man’s jaw tightened as he glared up at Ryan, the fire in his eyes momentarily outweighing his fear. "What the