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Voices.
There were two of them.
They sounded muffled. From another room, maybe.
"Detective Wang called. He wanted to know where you are, but I told him you were in your apartment back in the mainland."
Make that three voices.
"Good, Chen Yu. If he calls again, don't answer."
That was Mr Feng. The voice that'd been playing nonstop in my nightmares these past few days. I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat.
I couldn't see anything.
Aside from the fact that I had just come to, the black sack—or whatever it was—draped over my head made sure of that.
I didn't panic. That wasn't going to help anyone. I knew who brought me here and I had a hint or two as to why.
I tried turning my head to the side, but stopped when a pain shot up from the crook of my neck.
That fucking mute of a C-Gen Alpha!
I winced, taking in deep breaths as the pain pulsed with every beat of my heart.
From what I gathered, I was seated in a chair. More like bound to it.
