"Who are you? What do you want?" Dylan demanded, looking down at the three intruders bound together in the basement of their home. Leonardo remained silent, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied the intruders coldly. His eyes were hard and unreadable, giving nothing away. He was like a statue, still and unyielding.
It was the fifth time Dylan had repeated his question, yet they made no effort to reply to him, instead, they stared at him with a look filled with contempt and ridicule. Frustrated by their silence, Dylan went to the opposite wall and pressed a button to reveal several torturing weapons, ranging from small ones to big ones.
He picked up a whip imbibed with several needles and broken blade shards, coated with wolfsbane and the intruders went pale as the scent of
