Razorwaltz reached the cabin door.
One foot was already stepping out into the corridor.
The briefcase in hand.
But suddenly, she frowned.
Her arm resisted the movement.
"What…?"
She tugged harder, but the briefcase wouldn't budge.
Her eyes narrowed.
She turned back and looked more closely.
A thin, almost invisible energy line ran from the base of the briefcase.
It connected directly to the man's wrist.
Razorwaltz let out a long sigh… then smirked.
"I was planning to let you sleep, old man."
She dropped the briefcase back onto the table with a thud.
"But thanks to this… you end today."
She turned with a slow twist of her heel and raised her leg.
She aimed straight for his head.
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Inside the man's mind, something pinged.
A sudden energy disruption was detected by his subconscious reflex system.
His eyes opened.
Sharp and alert despite having just woken up.
The man's gaze flicked up to see a foot slicing toward him like a blade.
Waltz Zone…
