Lyra
Flashback
"Father, what is happening to that man?"
I watched my father keenly in fear that if I flutter my eyes, the answer to my question might flee from my grasp. He retained his impassive demeanor not sparing me a glance. This had only happened in the most rare of times, my father had always responded to my unending list of inquiries. I huffed in defeat and settled back in the seat beside my father. Leaning all the way back, I angled my head to view Earl who had mirrored my father's indecipherable stature. Both of them fixed their eyes at the scene before them, perhaps it was time I did the same.
The scene unfolding before us was gruesome and I grimaced at the sight of the man who was covered in dried blood. He had been stripped, left in his slacks alone. His back h
