"Not quite. It just coincided with my ‘tribulation day,' and I required a soul for the tribulation."

This time around, the same principle applied. Otherwise, with his standing, he wouldn't be tasked with such assignments.

The man reminded Davey, "The individual in question is also linked to you."

Davey inquired, “My niece?"

“Yes, but surprisingly, this woman managed to survive." The man recalled the incident vividly. The car Raegan was in five years ago had plunged into the river and disintegrated upon impact. It was astounding that Raegan had managed to survive such a catastrophic event.

"Don't worry, Mr. Glyn. I'll ensure this one doesn't slip through my fingers," the man assured, a sinister grin playing on his lips. "No prey evades my grasp."

Davey chuckled darkly. "Then strike in a month."

Resuming his interaction with the canary, Davey was taken aback when the bird suddenly pecked at him.

"Crack."

Without hesitation, Davey swiftly ended the bird's life, its once vibrant form now still within the confines of its cage.

Davey's eyes gleamed with a twisted amusement as he stroked the lifeless creature. “Isn't that much more obedient?"

Suddenly, a noise from outside caught Davey's attention.

“Who's there?" Davey hurried to the door and swung it open.

There, Davey found Casey kneeling on the staircase. His gaze turned as cold as it had been when he had dispatched the canary.

Approaching slowly, his voice eerily calm, he questioned, “Casey, what are you doing here?"

Casey's shoulders quivered as she glanced upward, her voice trembling with fear. “Davey, I couldn't find you.. Davey paused, studying her intently for a prolonged moment. Finally, his Lips twitched slightly. “What reason is there for fear? I haven't gone anywhere."

“Davey, my foot hurts..." Casey's visage, mature yet beautiful, bore an expression of innocence that surprisingly suited her well.

Davey gradually crouched down, his smile lacking warmth. “I'll carry you back."

He hoisted the alluring Casey, and as he rose, she leaned her chin dependently on his shoulder.

Their gazes drifted in divergent directions, each lost in their own contemplations.