Arthur stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the chaotic scene before him.
The shock hit him like a tidal wave—Tryson had just killed him. Or rather, another version of him.
Arthur watched, stunned and paralyzed, as Alex's body crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap. The surreal moment left him gasping, struggling to process what had just unfolded.
Then, in an unexpected shift, Tryson's attention snapped toward Angel, his expression morphing into one of frantic concern.
"Angel!" Tryson's voice cracked with emotion as he called out to her, raw disbelief etched across his face.
His gaze lifted to where she hung, her body limp and motionless, suspended by ropes from the ceiling. Panic flickered in his eyes.
Without wasting another second, Tryson scanned the room, assessing the danger, calculating his next move.
