Chapitre 123: Peeking (1)

"Hold on." A voice interrupted Cassian, who's eyes flickered with visible distaste after registering the owner of the voice. Releasing Jeremy's hair from his grip, he turned around to see Klaus and a familiar tall looking man dressed in light brown uniform standing at the cell door, a look of displeasure dawning on his face as he scanned the confinement.

It was the sheriff.

He wore a worn leather stetson hat with a silver star glinting at the left side of his shirt pocket. His badge was polished and gleaming, and a bullwhip hung from his waist. His piercing gaze surveyed everything around him, conveying a sense of power and authority, and Orson, who had been standing mute, couldn't help but release a silent sigh, feeling relieved that someone showed up on time to stop Cassian from committing a heinous crime.