Chapter 492

A core part of her training had been learning to sense her surroundings. Eva carefully counted twenty pairs of distinct footsteps fading away from the room. These footsteps were heavy, unlike the leader’s, which were deliberate and soft. She could tell these men were brawlers, the type who relied on brute strength and direct violence. But the leader? He was different. She could already tell his methods leaned more toward calculated, creative brutality. That was even more dangerous. From what she remembered, forty men had entered the warehouse earlier, meaning roughly twenty remained behind to guard her.

Her instincts urged her to act, but she couldn’t afford to be reckless. She risked a tiny slit of vision, opening her eyes just a crack. No one was in her immediate vicinity. The men had left her lying on the cold floor, probably thinking she was still unconscious. Though exhaustion weighed heavy on her body and her vision blurred, Eva wasn’t out yet. The will to survive was a powerfu