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.

and you’ve already

as an icy expression settled

have you received my gift? Do you

threatening me? Well, too bad, because I am not afraid!”

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

Beep! Beep! Beep!

hung up

long breath

pale at the time, and she’d be

fingers today, so what’s next? An arm? A leg? Or maybe even a human

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

that she had gotten

I just go to him? We can’t let this

to raise her

a bigger mess

an

“What’s wrong?” asked Zoey.

on the washroom floor.

“What?”

Boom!

mind went blank, and

“gift”