Chapter 31: “... Nothing compared to Nicholas.”

Back at Clark. As he was now left alone with the woman to interrogate and torment, he continued, his expression grave. “So this is how this is gonna go.” He began, his gun still pointed at her face.

“I'll ask you three questions at once, and you're going to answer them correctly right after. But if I don't like each answer, I'll have to fire another bullet right through that same hole in your knee. Understood?” He stated, his tone resolute and menacing.

The Receptionist, who was already sweating profusely and trembling from the pain in her knee joint, struggled to keep her face impassive and tone steady as she answered. “I'm just the receptionist. I know nothing.”

Clark squinted his eyes and gritted his jaw in absolute anger as he aimed his gun at her knee to fire again, when the woman’s voice stopped him. “But I do know one thing," she grunted. "I know you’re not going to kill me.” She stated confidently, yet breathing raggedly.

“You’re a Silversmith hunter and you would never hurt