The room felt as if it were submerged in an invisible pressure. Following Ethan Caldwell's kick, the researcher lay curled up on the floor, gasping for breath, yet the most peculiar thing was not his physical pain.
Rather, it was the way he looked at Julian Sterling.
His eyes were not directed toward Ethan Caldwell, the man who had just dealt him an agonizing blow, but were firmly locked onto Julian Sterling as if the youth were a time bomb ticking away every single second in the corner of the room. That was not the fear of being beaten or tortured. That was the primal terror of someone who knew perfectly well that he was standing before something that absolutely should not exist in this world.
Julian Sterling realized that, and he felt slightly unsettled. However, the moment he looked back, the researcher immediately averted his gaze.
