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.

Lopez is so forgetful. I sent an invitation twice yesterday, and

as an icy expression settled on

received my gift? Do you like it?” asked Jacky before he

bad, because I am not

reject my request, and I admire that. However, I will be giving you a gift every day from now on. Please

Beep! Beep! Beep!

up

long breath

time, and she’d be lying if

today, so what’s next? An arm? A leg? Or maybe

that, her breathing became uneven, and she was so terrified that all the

that she had gotten herself

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

to raise her white

was worried about making a bigger mess if she

an employee suddenly as he rushed in

“What’s wrong?” asked Zoey.

from the sanitization department on the washroom floor. All ten of his fingers were

“What?”

Boom!

blank, and even Sylas looked

the “gift”