The dynamic in the room shifted again, the air thickening with a different kind of electricity. Kyouya's eyes didn't just hold malice; they held the smug satisfaction of a master who had seen through every layer of a disciple's deception.
"You think you're the only one who can dig through digital trash?" she whispered, her voice a low, vibrating hum against my jaw.
"You didn't just hack the police database, Mayo. I found your little sanctuary. Your CCTV room? Bahaha, it was surprisingly easy to crack. I've seen your screens, your maps, the way you watched me through the lens of your own pathetic obsession."
"I watched you watching everyone, including me."
The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water.
My private space, my only refuge, had been a glass house this entire time. I let my body go limp against the sofa cushions, my muscles abandoning the fight.
I let out a long, shaky breath, letting my head fall back.
"Okay, fine. You won," I muttered, my voice barely a thread.
