Chapter 70

• Kaemon leaned against the wall of his dimly lit apartment, his heart pounding in a way that felt foreign. The steady rhythm of his pulse was usually a comforting sound, a reminder of the control he maintained over his life. But tonight, it was a wild drumbeat echoing his fears. Where the hell is she?
• Sienna had left for his place hours ago, and each passing minute felt like a weight pressing down on his chest. She’s never late. Anxiety twisted in his stomach, a dark tendril coiling tighter with each tick of the clock. The calm, collected facade he always wore began to crack, revealing a desperate man clinging to the last threads of composure.
• He grabbed his phone, dialing her number again. It rang and rang, each unanswered call digging a deeper hole in his gut. Focus, Kaemon. Think. He paced the floor, his mind racing through the possibilities. What if something happened? What if she’s hurt?