Frowning

The existence of the mutants was like a swarm of cunning mice. They were able to hide anywhere and everywhere. Lucille listened to the continuous stream of reports, and her brows knitted. "This isn't right. Something's off..." "What isn't right?" Joseph lifted his hand to soothe Lucille's furrowed brow. Lucille looked up at Joseph with a somewhat serious expression. "Don't you feel that everything's a bit too coincidental? Like everything is being pushed along by an invisible hand behind the scenes." Not only that, all of the mutants’ routes, no matter if they were escaping or transferring, even the occasional harm and panic they caused cleverly achieved perfect harm time and again! It was as if someone was pulling strings, instructing and guiding them. This feeling was terrifying. Suddenly, Lucille thought that George had previously mentioned a prediction about the future. Although she had doubts when she heard it, her instinct was not to believe it. Now, as she watched the mutants ca