Preparations and Kidnapping

Chapter 79: Preparations and kidnapping

The rain pounded against the window, a peaceful rhythm that was repeating through the room. 

The house smelled of damp wood and something metallic—something faint, but unmistakable. 

Blood. 

Adrian exhaled slowly, leaning against the old wooden table where his tools were neatly arranged.

A collection of knives, pliers, and wires was before him, glinting under the dull yellow light.

Each tool had a purpose, a function, a reason to exist. 

Just like he did.

He ran a gloved hand over one of the knives, the sharp edge cool under his touch. 

Tonight wasn't the night. Not yet.

But soon.

Evelyn had given him the perfect information. 

Their next game. 

That was when Diane would be most vulnerable, when no one would be watching. 

When all eyes would be on the field, on the sweat and the screams and the glory of competition—

That was when he would strike.