As I stepped further into the room, my eyes landed on a man standing near the center. He was so tall, with a broad-shouldered, and radiated a very scary aura. His face was gaunt, with sharp cheekbones. He crossed his arms. There were tattoos all over his forearms.
The room fell silent as he stepped forward, "So, you’re the one who caused all that trouble downstairs. Ryder George, isn’t it?" He said.
I stood relaxed. "That’s me," I replied. "And who might you be?"
He chuckled. "You think you’re in a position to ask questions? I’m Kraven Voss, but I’m not the one you’re looking for."
I walked over to him and asked, "Then where is he? I don’t have time to waste."
Kraven’s sneered. "You? Meet someone as mighty as him?" He shook his head. "You don’t deserve to even breathe the same air as
