I wondered what was going on behind there, yet they seemed unbothered. I immediately regretted my decision of coming to that place, fear crawled through my body, then I heard his familiar voice.
“ I am going to ask you again,” Dante muttered behind the room. The same voice I’d found soothing, was now hefty and cold.
“Who sent you to shoot my club?” He asked, their muffled sounds traveled through the wooden barricades. Then the victim whimpered, then thunderous blows followed. He screamed painfully for his life.
I felt the air leave my body.
“If you are lying, you will be next,” the green haired guy said . What if I was lured here to be tortured, I thought.
I slowly got up.
“ I think I should leave, I can not be seen here.” I muttered as I got to my feet. The green haired guy pu
