Quin stood at the opposite side of the bed, his hand firmly encircling Gabi's waist, while his Scythe remained unwaveringly pointed at Ethan, who positioned himself at the entrance of the room. The tense atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the trio confronted one another.
With a composed demeanor that belied the shocking scene, Quin addressed Ethan with a measured tone, his voice cutting through the air like a razor. Gabi's face betrayed her astonishment, her features frozen in a mix of fear and disbelief, while Quin remained remarkably collected in the face of imminent danger.
"Ethan Blake," Quin's voice carried a hint of detached curiosity, as if he were remarking upon a mere coincidence rather than a potentially life-altering encounter. "You sick fuck, I knew there was no way you'd die so easily...".