The Protector

The reason behind that was simple. The box contained ten fingers that had been chopped off, and they were still oozing blood at the time.

If Zoey wasn’t mentally strong, she would’ve passed out right then and there.

Sylas, on the other hand, remained calm.

“I’ll go deal with this. Don’t worry,” promised Sylas before she took the box away and took the secretary to the infirmary.

“Ms. Lopez, this is obviously their doing!” claimed Sylas with a grim expression on.

She had thought that her job as a security guard would be simple, never would she expected to encounter something that serious on her first day.

That was fine for her, though, because it would’ve been too boring otherwise.

“Ms. Lopez, should I go deal with the perpetrator?” asked Sylas.

Sylas was a warrior, so she was fearless.

“No, you can’t go!”

The phone in the office rang at that moment, and Zoey went to pick it up.

The unfamiliar voice of a man came through, “Is this Ms. Zoey Lopez?”

“Yes, and who are you?” asked Zoey.

invitation twice yesterday, and you’ve already forgotten about me. I am Jacky Lawson. Remember

Zoey as an icy expression settled on

have you received my gift? Do

Well, too bad, because

the first person who ever dared reject my request, and I admire that. However, I will be giving you a gift every day from now

Beep! Beep! Beep!

up immediately

a long breath

and she’d be lying if she said that

every day? I got bloody fingers today, so what’s next? An arm? A leg? Or maybe even

thought about that, her breathing became uneven, and she was

had gotten herself into a heap of

I just go to him? We can’t let this go

starting to

worried about making a bigger mess if

happened,” said an

“What’s wrong?” asked Zoey.

department on the washroom floor. All ten of his

“What?”

Boom!

blank, and

the “gift” I just