"They're going to die."
Brandon's eyes shot wide open.
His mouth was left agape, and he couldn't find any way to articulate his next words.
"If that's all, I'll be going now."
"Wait."
Reaching out, a thread extended from his fingertip.
However, it was instantly caught by Jin, who clenched the thread tightly in his fist.
Turning back around, his expressions remained indifferent.
He was hard to read.
Whether he was angry or not, Brandon had no idea.
"If you know what's going to happen, then why won't you save them?"
"It's necessary."
"What do you—"
Before Brandon could finish his sentence, Jin instantly disappeared.
He was like a ghost.
Appearing and disappearing whenever he pleased.
"...."
There were a lot of things he had wanted to ask.