He knew the security system would have announced his presence to the owner inside, so he moved closer and casually waved.
"Hi, Finn Sholman and Spencer Freiburg. It's the boy from the store. Remember me?" Syril calmly spoke, even waving his hand as if he was talking to a relative or someone he knew well.
And truly the dwellers had noticed. The moment he arrived and stood close to the building's gate, his presence had been announced inside.
Now, inside the villa, what was once a happy atmosphere for two adults enjoying the entertainment they got themselves, was now charged with tension, their excitement fading too quickly as they saw the presence of their nightmare.
"It can't be!" Finn shouted first, spilling the juice he recently sipped, the glass cup almost slipping from his clutch.
"That motherfucker!" Spencer exclaimed, staring at the broadcast displaying on a smart screen in their living room.
