Nighttime, in the interrogation room of the police station.
Dustin and Dahlia sat with their backs against each other, bound to the chairs in the middle of the room.
The air in the room was cool and damp, and darkness shrouded them completely. They could feel an invisible weight on their shoulders.
“My bad, I didn’t mean to drag you into this mess,” Dustin spoke first.
“They claimed you stole some valuables. Is that true?” Dahlia asked, cutting to the chase.
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: