Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie reached out and clasped Colby's hand.

Colby might have looked indifferent on the outside, but deep down, he was all heart.

The staff they had just encountered must have been with Colby for quite some time.

Whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes was playing dirty, aiming to make them crumble by watching their own people end up behind bars, one by one. "I'm okay."

Colby's voice was low and steady. He tightened his grip on Sophie's hand and said, "Let's check the back room."

Sophie nodded.

The back room was a mess, littered with cigarette butts and filled with lingering smoke.

Sophie had seen these machines before in Summerfield.

She recalled when Odie had taken her to a construction site, boasting about building a den of sin.

After a moment of silence, Sophie said, "Looks like Odie's got his hands all over this."

In Summerfield, nothing moved without Odie's say-so, including these machines making their way to Devonport.

Colby gestured to the people outside, "Take everything to the station."

"Yes, sir!"

place? Devonport's already crawling with these arcades," Sophie said, frowning. "I heard them say this place has been open for at

felt a gnawing

being played, led by the nose by someone who had them completely in his

cargo ship to

last crate was delivered, the foreman pointed at it, "Open it

exchanged wary glances before prying open

one of

"Don't..."

the crate, instead of machines, there was a smashed

utterly out of

contrast to his

demeanor. Content belongvele

Who's

carried

"I swear, I don't

"Not talking?"

"Guess it's time for you to

"Wait!"