“Let me go! Let go of me! You should know who I am! I’m a member of the Golden Circle, which means no matter who you are, you can’t touch me! Or you’ll see the consequences!” shouted the young man, who seemed like a typical student with a rather ordinary appearance.
His eyes were wide with fear as he glared at the two guards standing stiffly beside him. He had been suddenly ambushed and brought to this unfamiliar place—a place he didn’t recognize at all.
“Just wait. Once you’re free, you can try to destroy this place. Remember that!” he yelled in frustration.
“That is, if you have any time left,” came a voice that silenced Richo instantly. He turned to find the source of the words.
His eyes widened further when he saw Roberto, who had come up from behind, walking past him with a brief,
