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!"

these arcades," Sophie said, frowning. "I heard them say this place has been open for at

a gnawing sense

were being played, led by the nose by someone who had them completely in his grip. Devonport, the

cargo ship

was delivered, the foreman pointed

glances before

in to take a look, one

"Don't..."

machines, there was a smashed device and

took off his cap, looking utterly

contrast to his

demeanor. Content belongvele

Who's your

voice carried

spare me..." the foreman begged. "I swear, I don't know anything!

"Not talking?"

for you to meet

"Wait!"