I step out from the shadows, blocking his path, my gaze fixed and unyielding. “Intruding in the Lunatics’ territory… you must be either incredibly bold or hopelessly foolish.” My voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it, cold enough to make his blood run cold. He tries to avoid my gaze, but I hold him there, letting the weight of my presence sink in.

“I’ll only ask this once—why are you here?” The silence stretches, and I let it. Every second builds the pressure, each heartbeat amplifying the realization that he’s cornered, with no escape from my grasp.