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.

I sent an invitation twice yesterday, and

Zoey as an icy expression settled

way, Ms. Lopez, have you received my gift? Do you like it?”

too bad, because I am not afraid!” replied

who ever dared reject my request, and I admire that.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

up

a long breath of

and she’d be lying if

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

became uneven, and she was so terrified that all

gotten herself

I just go to him? We can’t let this

already starting to raise

worried about making a

happened,” said an employee suddenly as he rushed

“What’s wrong?” asked Zoey.

sanitization department on the washroom floor. All ten

“What?”

Boom!

and even Sylas

“gift”