Chapter 170 Chapter One Hundred And Seventy

• The shrill ring of his phone jolted Jason awake. His head throbbed as he forced his eyes open, trying to get a sense of where he was. The dimly lit room felt unfamiliar, but what sent a chill down his spine was the old man standing in front of him, watching him intently.
• “Are you alright, son?” the man asked, his voice rough yet strangely composed.
• Jason scowled, pushing himself up despite the pain radiating through his skull. “What do you think?” he snapped.