"Wow, hello there—careful with that blade, man," Levi exclaimed, instinctively leaning away from the cold steel aimed directly at his neck.
Kayden didn't back down. His frown was sharp enough to slice through air, the kind that sent chills down the spine, yet Levi didn't seem nearly as scared as he should have been.
"You do know I'm not all that deep into my body," Levi muttered with a mocking smirk. "So if you slash me, nothing will happen. And if I don't want to share my information, I won't." The sadistic remark nearly shattered Kayden's plan entirely.
Still refusing to budge, Kayden pressed the knife closer. No sane person would prefer death over revealing information—especially when that information could crack the next puzzle he desperately needed to solve.
"All these attempts to make me talk won't get you anywhere," Levi said flatly. "Just know this—I'm protecting you. I'm protecting everyone in this palace by hiding the pure evil that happened that night."
