Hanna
The air in the room thickened as I walked inside. Welcoming the confusion, I took a moment to catch my breath. My mind was spinning at the sight of those evil men. They were all around my house, sitting on my furniture.
"What is happening?" I asked my Mom but she didn't answer back. Her hand clasped tightly on my arm as she didn't allow me to move. My eyes wandered around the room and landed on a familiar man.
The Master.
He shot a smile at me. I felt myself shrinking from the cold gray of his evil smile. What was he doing here? He wasn't here alone. He bought his men — with guns and ammunition.
My Dad stood in front of the Master and I tried to back away, however, my Mom never loosened her grip on me.
"She's here," my Dad said. "You can take her now,"
My mouth hung open as he
