Credence was on the phone for a long while. He had been listening to the person on the other side of the phone throughout the entire call. He kept his solemn expression and never spoke a word.

About ten minutes later, he hung up the phone with a dark expression. He grabbed Dorothy and strode out; he did not even eat the plate of food she had brought him.

"What's wrong?" Dorothy asked nervously as she tried to keep up with his strides with her weakened body.

The man's face was darker than black ink and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. "Something happened at the company." He...