ALPHA KYLIAN ◇
"What do you mean? What deal?" Vasilla asked.
I wanted her to be scared but it seemed it only fueled her curiosity. It was as if I had never seen someone so fearless before. She looked weak but her morals are strong.
"Let's forget about that for now. How did you get in here?" I asked, wanting to know some things about her. If I knew those things, I would be able to conclude if she was weak or not.
Why does her weakness and strength matter to me? Let's just call it an assessment. I wanted to know her will for her to open my ancient coffin. There was something amiss and I wanted to know what it was quickly.
"You don't want to listen to the boring story, grandfather." Vasilla scoffed and turned away.
I frowned. "Why? Is it that bad?" I asked, letting go of my scary aura
