Wade's smile faded, and he gulped. "Why are you looking at me like that? I don't think I've done anything wrong—I told you everything you wanted to know. If you continue looking at me like that, I…I'll…" He stammered for a while but couldn't finish his sentence.

Darius said, "If you can't think of what to say, you can remain silent." He straightened up, dusted himself off, then turned to look at Byron, who was curled up in a corner and praying no one would notice him. He rolled his eyes and turned back to Wade. Wasn't Wade the heir to a wealthy family? What would he need money for? Was he innocent and naive enough to be tricked into coming to this place? "I'm glad to have met you, but I don't think you're cut out for this."

Wade's eyes turned red. "But I want to leave this basement with you."

Darius sighed. As he tried to think of something to brush Wade off, Byron scrambled to his feet and dashed toward Darius, crying, "I want to leave with you as well!" He fell to the ground at Dari