1339: Really should wake up now (1)_1

She thought he had passed out, and the anxiety in her heart threw her into confusion while a mist began to gather in her eyes.

Just as she reached for the switch, at last, there was noise from behind her—a series of footsteps approached, accompanied by the sound of a liquor bottle being kicked over, from far to near.

Emma Benson halted, instinctively turning around; in the dark, despite being unable to see, she could feel a powerful presence closing in. The next second, a large hand had already grabbed her shoulder and forcefully pinned her against the wall.

"Walter!?" Her eyes widened as she looked at the faintly swaying shadow before her, the man's tall figure, his wild aura—all too familiar, something she could never forget.

Relieved that he was alright, she let out a breath.