Karma

Chapter: Karma

Logan watched as the black-suited agent sat trembling on the pristine white floor of the Central Vista.

A faint sigh escaped Logan's lips as he walked toward the man, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

His imposing figure loomed over the agent, who stared at him with a mix of fear and disbelief.

Extending a strong, calloused hand, Logan spoke in a voice that carried both reassurance and an undeniable threat.

"If you behave properly," he said, his tone calm but edged with steel, "I'll have no reason to bother you. But cross the line again, and I won't hesitate to cut your throat."

The agent hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between Logan's outstretched hand and his face.

Suspicion clouded his expression, but after a deep breath, he cautiously reached out and grasped Logan's hand.

Logan's grip was firm but not crushing as he pulled the agent to his feet with ease.