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 forgotten about me. I am

icy expression

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

Well, too bad, because

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

Beep! Beep! Beep!

up

a long breath

she’d be lying if

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

became uneven, and she was so

had gotten herself into a heap of

to him? We can’t let this

was already starting to raise her white

worried about making a bigger mess if she

happened,” said an employee suddenly as he rushed in

“What’s wrong?” asked Zoey.

department on the washroom

“What?”

Boom!

went blank, and even

the “gift” I just