The stark white bandage stood out harshly against his skin, and even from a distance, it looked heavy and restrictive.
Cassandra narrowed her eyes upon seeing this, her gaze sharpening, yet she said nothing.
Instead, she turned toward the crowd and offered a polite, composed smile, as if nothing was amiss.
Soon, the judges arrived. The moment they noticed Yale's condition, their expressions darkened with concern.
"What are you planning to do in this state?" one of them questioned, their tone laced with disbelief.
Yale let out a small chuckle, the sound light but steady.
"I already have a design in mind," he said. "I've asked a friend to come and execute it. They should be here soon."
Hearing this, a strange sense of unease crept into Cassandra's chest, like cold fingers wrapping around her spine.
And sure enough, that unease turned into reality the moment she saw who walked in.
Lana.
