Chapter 1887

Matthew had not found it all that disturbing. Honestly, he thought Leo was pulling him aside to share some confidential intel—something too sensitive to say near Willie. So, he turned and walked out the door. Leo shut it behind them and caught up quickly. "Come on. Let's go to the other lounge." Then, they entered a different room, and the contrast was jarring. This one looked like a cozy living room—complete with a couch, coffee table, and warm lighting. It could not have been more different from the barren, echoey space they had just left. Matthew sat down on the couch while Leo poured him a cup of tea and settled into the seat across from him. "Honestly, I don't have any other tricks up my sleeve. But I believe this Human Pretzel thing is gonna break him." Matthew had expected something clever, but when he realized Leo was still banking on that same twisted pose, he looked mildly disappointed. "I don't know, man. He's already been tied up like that for hours. Doesn't seem like i