Every parts of Tristan’s body felt frozen when he the figure of the man behind. It was standing on the gate, leaning his back against the metal frame. It is morning, that is why the sun is beaming a seemingly orange color of light. With the bright beam of the sun, it is directly exposing the face of the man that is now walking towards us. No, walking towards Amara’s back.
He was not just the only one who has felt terrified—almost everyone of them, aside Amara. They took flustered steps back, as their bodies felt tremendous shaking because of the fear that has surprised them from where they stood. When Tristan finally recovered from the shock, anger flushed through him. He hissed angrily, while looking at the man that is smiling at them the same way that Amara smiles at them. He balled
