However, judging by his face, he also did not agree with Claude. He remembered how scared Etienne was. So, he got up quickly and was determined to enter no matter what.
"I'm going in," he firmly stated.
The air around him abruptly grew colder, and thin strands of frost spread beneath his boots, too thin to be seen, like fibers or strands of hair creeping on the floor. The air plummeted, and the people in the lobby—those manning the food stall or just leisurely walking felt the chill.
However, two hands stopped him by grabbing his shoulder. One was from Claude and the other from Kenneth.
"Think carefully, Lincoln," Kenneth said with a serious face, "if you end up in a police station, that will only complicate things."
