He kept a few flights between them.

“Split up!” Vincent ordered, his eyes scanning for another way to cut him off.

“Got it.” Katelyn hit the button for the elevator, while Vincent took the stairs two at a time. The sound of their feet reverberated in the stairwell.

Vincent’s gaze never left the fleeing waiter.

“Tell us who’s behind this, and maybe you’ll live to see another day.”

The waiter’s feet pounded the stairs, never faltering as he pushed upward. Rationally, he should have been fleeing down, not heading for the rooftop. Was his backup waiting up there, or was he trying to escape over the edge?

Vincent ran faster and soon reached the rooftop. Fifty floors up. A fall from here would mean no coming back.

Vincent’s eyes never wavered from the waiter. “You’re still not giving up?”

Katelyn soon reached the rooftop as well. She drew in a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the masked waiter standing before her.

“This is it. You’ve nowhere left to run.”

The waiter took a step back, glancing nervously at the drop behind him.

“Don’t come any closer,” he warned, his voice gruff and tinged with panic. “If you do, I’ll jump. And you’ll never find out who’s really behind all of this.” His accent was thick, heavy, and unfamiliar.

Katelyn and Vincent exchanged a look, the realization dawning at the same time. This man wasn’t from around here.

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“I know you’re just following orders. I’m not here to hurt you, but you need to talk.”

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The waiter’s gaze flickered, fear flashing in his eyes for a split second.

“I don’t know anything. I was just told what to do.”

Katelyn stepped in. “Who gave the orders? You’re not from around here. Why take on this job?”

The waiter’s hands shook, his voice cracking. “I’m from Yata… If I say anything… they’ll kill my family.”

Katelyn, noticing the fear etched on his face, recognized something. She had seen assassins like him before—the kind who would sacrifice everything, even their own lives, to complete the mission. This waiter was obviously one of them.

Still staring at his terrified face, Katelyn said calmly, “You don’t have to do this. Tell us who’s behind this, and we’ll help you. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for this.”

The waiter hesitated, his eyes flicking to the ground as if searching for a way out—maybe bracing for what he knew was coming. His voice cracked with desperation.

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