I'm fucked again, aren't I?
That was Alden's last thought before his untimely demise.
RIP.
…Or at least, that's what he expected.
Instead, he heard a whisper.
A very quiet one.
"Give it back."
It was undeniably Cipher's voice… But the calm, confident tone from before was gone.
"I said, 'Give it back," she repeated, just a bit louder.
Alden kept his face blank. He stepped forward and silently placed the bra back on the table.
For a moment, Cipher said nothing.
Then—smack.
Alden felt a stinging pain on his left cheek. The sound of the slap echoed across the room.
"Pervert," Cipher muttered under her breath, staring at him like he was some bottom-of-the-barrel degenerate.
Alden's head nearly snapped ninety degrees.
Thankfully, Cipher had clearly held back.
If she hadn't, he would've been pasted. Probably along with the wall behind him.
She didn't want to kill him—not while there was a chance it'd cost her daughter's life too.
