[Vincent strode toward his car, phone pressed tightly to his ear, his expression dark with agitation. The news had reached him—someone had come for Eve. His grip on the door handle tightened, but just as he was about to step inside, his sharp eyes caught sight of another vehicle parked ahead. Silent. Unmoving.
Daniel’s car.]
Vincent (Daniel's father)
I'll call you back later! [Vincent shoved his phone into his pocket and strode toward the car. His steps halted when he noticed something odd—the key was on the wiper.
Frowning, he unlocked the door and pulled it open.]
[Grace tumbled forward, lifeless. Her body, frozen stiff, collapsed against him like a discarded doll. Her eyes—bloodshot and tinged with an unnatural blue—stared blankly, as if the cold had stolen the last flicker of life from them.
Her jaw hung open, her once warm skin now deathly pale and disturbingly soft, like fruit on the verge of rotting.
A chill, colder than the night air, settled in Vincent’s chest. He knew exactly whose handiwork this was.]
Vincent (Daniel's father)
Daniel... [Vincent's breath hitched as he quickly dialed a number.]
Block the city. Now. He’s here—he has to be. His car is right in front of me.
[His grip on the phone tightened as his gaze flicked back to Grace’s lifeless body.]
Don’t let him leave. And check if Eve is with him. If she is... [He exhaled sharply, fury lacing his voice.] I want them both found. Now.
[Daniel took the papers, effortlessly bypassing the legal system as if the rules existed solely for his convenience. Eve wasn’t physically present to voice her agreement, but that hardly mattered. A single signature was all it took to make their marriage legally binding. In fact, he didn’t even need to submit the papers—his influence ensured their registration as husband and wife without question.
Still, for formal records, they required a simple photograph and the signed documents. A minor formality—one he was more than willing to handle.]
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