Hearing those words, Yves broke free from the clutches of Iris' manipulation, his mind snapping out of the treacherous grip. The whispers lost their power, like the dying embers of a once-blazing inferno.
The European branch? Wait... could it be that these people worked for Falcon Group?
With newfound clarity, Yves' gaze regained its focus, no longer dulled by the deception. The haunting specter of the furnace now seemed distant, replaced by the urgency of the unfolding events before him.
As if awakening from a malevolent trance, Yves took in the scene unfolding outside the cremation chamber.
In the middle of the deserted corridor, a group of people were seen ganging up on a helpless figure fiercely, their voices laced with venom and rage. The confrontation echoed with accusations and insults, the bitter echoes of a power struggle.
