"It's Quite Superfluous."

"Yes." Carl Ford had entered with a long black canvas bag in hand, which he now unzipped and dropped to the floor with a 'clang'. The sound was neither light nor heavy, but it struck at the hearts of those present, sending a shiver down their spines.

"Here's the evidence you asked for," Carl said expressionlessly.

At his words, a sense of panic flickered in everyone's eyes as they craned their necks to peer inside the bag. It contained various restricted knives, some still stained with blood.

Lorraine narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sharp as she turned to look directly at Naomi. Naomi clenched her fists tightly at her sides, her pupils contracting.

She had clearly disposed of these items herself—why were they here now?