Kain's Moonlight Prison

When Mira placed that black obsidian cufflink in the glass display cabinet at the front desk of the gallery, the morning light was just shining through the gaps of the blinds, casting tiny spots of light on it.

K·C's mark is very small, but it shines with a cold and hard luster under the light, like some kind of silent declaration.

"Mila, where on earth did you get this ugly stone?" Intern Lily came over with a sandwich in her mouth, "You've been acting so mysterious since yesterday's closing. Could it be that you've picked up a love token from some rich second generation?"

Mira didn't respond.

She stared at the wear marks on the edge of the cufflinks - they definitely weren't new items. The corners were rubbed smooth, but there were several very deep scratches on the back, as if they had been repeatedly scraped by something sharp.

Like... the open wound on that man's collarbone last night.

"Ding Dong——"

The wind chimes on the door suddenly rang, and a series of heavy footsteps made the wooden floor creak.

Mira looked up, and her heart suddenly clenched.

Three men in black suits stood at the door, with the leading man holding a gold-stamped business card. Their expressions were typical of professional indifference: "Miss Mira, Mr. Kain wants to have a talk with you."

Kane?

This name is like an ice pick hitting my mind, instantly overlapping with those silver-gray eyes from last night.

Mira instinctively reached into her pocket for the paper knife, but her fingertips touched something cold - the knife was still in the drawer of her office desk from last night.

"I don't know any Mr. Kane." Mira took a step back, her back pressing against the display rack filled with sculptures, "And the gallery doesn't officially open until ten o'clock. We're still getting ready now..."

"Mr. Kane said," the man interrupted her, his tone without the slightest fluctuation, but with an indisputable sense of oppression, "he is willing to pay the package fee for today's early disturbance - 200,000 dollars an hour, until you are willing to go with us."

The sandwich in Lily's hand fell to the ground with a "snap".

Mira glanced at the two people behind the man - they stood tall and straight, and faintly revealed miniature communication devices behind their ears. Their cufflinks were almost the same as the black obsidian cufflinks in her display cabinet, only the abbreviation on them was clearer: K·C.

It's him.

That man, who was covered in blood and looked like a lone wolf last night, turned out to be the CEO of Kain Group, who is always dressed in a suit and whose gaze is colder than an iceberg in financial news.

"I need to make a phone call to verify it." Mira forced herself to calm down, and her fingers quickly slid on the phone screen, bringing up the search page - in Kane's public photos, the man's hair was dark brown, and his pupils were pure black, which looked completely different from the pair of silver-glowing eyes she saw last night.

But the mole on his left ear perfectly matches the fleeting outline of that man in the morning light of dawn last night.

"No need." The man in a suit stepped aside, revealing a black car parked at the entrance of the gallery.

The car window was covered with a one-way film, so I couldn't see the people inside, but I could feel a gaze piercing through the glass, firmly locked on Mira.

Mira's fingers curled up, and her nails dug into her palm. She suddenly remembered the bloodstains in the snow last night, the figure that moved so fast it didn't seem human, and the tuft of silver-gray fluff in his hair.

"What if I refuse?" She heard her own voice shaking, but she still straightened her back.

The car door suddenly opened.

A bony hand rested on the door frame, cuffs rolled up, revealing a pale pink scar on her forearm - eerily similar in shape to the clavicle wound she remembered.

Then, Kane's figure appeared in the morning light.

He changed into a dark gray suit, and his tie was impeccably knotted. He even had a faint smile on his face, but the temperature in his eyes was colder than the alley at dawn.

"Miss Mira," he said in a deep and pleasant voice, which was quite different from the hoarse tone last night, "I just want to get back what belongs to me."

His gaze crossed her shoulder and accurately landed on the cufflinks in the display cabinet. The curve of his mouth deepened a bit, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Mira suddenly noticed that there was a very thin crack at the tip of his left glove, faintly revealing the knuckles wrapped in gauze inside.

It's like... being cut by something sharp.

Like the paper knife she almost swung out last night.

The wind chimes rang again, this time driven by the cold wind blowing in from the alley entrance.

Mira looked at the increasingly heavy shadow behind Kain and suddenly realized - this man wasn't here to "talk".

He is here to hunt.