The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 567

The air smelled faintly of rust, mixed with a vague, stale odor of old blood.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Although he had been interrogated several times, this was his first time in this specific room. Staring at the freezing concrete walls, a chill crawled up his spine.

"Heh, you'll find out soon enough."

The guard wrenched his arms behind his back, locking his wrists to the back of the metal chair with handcuffs before stepping out.

The heavy iron door slammed shut, the deadbolt engaging with a definitive, hollow thud.

He was left alone in the room with nothing but the buzzing fluorescent light overhead.

A few moments later, the door creaked open.

The sharp, unhurried clatter of high heels against the concrete floor echoed as someone approached, step by step.

Garrison looked up and, under the harsh white light, recognized the face. A sharp bob cut, a navy-blue suit, and that polite, detached smile he knew all too well.

He blinked, a look of genuine confusion crossing his face. His voice was hoarse. "Vanessa? What are you doing here?"

Vanessa didn't answer immediately.

She walked up to him casually, dragged a folding chair from the corner, opened it, and sat down right across from him.

The legs of the chair scraped against the floor with a short, metallic shriek. She looked up at him, the smile on her lips deepening, as if admiring a prized exhibit locked inside a glass case.

"We meet again."

"Vanessa, I already told you—I genuinely have no idea what went wrong with Vitas-1!"