Of course, just because I was planning to kill her didn't mean I wouldn't try to get some information out of her first.
The pressure in the cell weighed down on us like a funeral shroud.
I stood over the Siphon Block, looking down at the woman who could have been so impactful in the upcoming conflicts.
Her death was going to be a huge waste.
The faint blue glow of the marble cast deep shadows across her face. Even in this state, she looked less like a victim and more like a trap waiting to be sprung.
"Don't glare at me like that, Instructor," I whispered. My voice was swallowed almost instantly by the heavy suppression field. "I barely ever attended any of your classes, but I remember you telling us once that the only mistake a Hunter can make is leaving a threat alive behind them."
I reached into my sleeve, my fingers brushing against the cold handle of a metallic pair of pliers.
