The Price of Curiosity

Under the moonlight, the handsome man's face darkened, emanating a terrifying chill.

“W-Wallace...” Alyssa composed herself, gripping onto an eyebrow trimmer, preparing herself for any potential attack.

With an indifferent expression, Wallace asked again, “Why aren't you sleeping at this late hour? What are you doing on the top floor? Didn't I tell you to follow the rules?”

“I... I couldn't sleep.