His gut reaction wasn't fear—his body wasn't registering Feilu as a threat.
But then… what was Feilu's role in all this?
Feilu was the one who had tricked him, the one who had brought him here.
And yet, if he wasn't truly the enemy… was there someone else pulling the strings?
Rocco processed the situation as calmly as he could, then gave a small nod in response to Feilu's plea.
For now, he would listen.
If Feilu wasn't an enemy—at least, not at this moment—then cooperating was the safest option.
Besides, Rocco had no desire to experience whatever "painful things" he was being warned about.
"Help will come soon," Feilu murmured. "Please, just hold on until then."
With that, he removed his hand from Rocco's mouth and stepped away.
At first, Rocco assumed hold on simply meant staying put and waiting calmly for rescue.
But when he caught the pained, conflicted expression on Feilu's face, a sinking feeling settled in his gut.
