"How are you, Benjamin Vitt?"
Benjamin's breath hitched as he stared at the man, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. The man, seated against the desk, had neatly combed hair. He was wearing a red polo shirt, long trousers, and old shoes. His tanned skin suggested he spent a lot of time in the sun. He didn't look special; he looked just like anyone one might bump into on the street.
Compared to Zoren, the Bennets, or even Finn, this guy wasn't someone Benjamin would easily remember.
Seeing Benjamin's reaction, the man nodded in realization. "Right, you can't talk," he said, snapping his fingers.
The door was left open, with at least two men standing outside. They weren't wearing uniforms, but they were definitely armed. When the man snapped his fingers, one of them walked in.
"Mhp!!" Benjamin panicked as he saw him approaching. He wiggled his arms and legs, wincing in pain when the man held his shoulder to keep him still and removed the tape from his mouth.
