Zaiden stood his ground as the guards closed in, "Is this, how you treat people?".
Mr. Randall leaned back with a smug expression, watching with satisfaction. "This is what happens when a man doesn't know his place," he sneered. “You have brought this on yourself, blind fellow.”
Zaiden’s expression remained calm, his blind eyes focused forward. He could feel the shift in the air as the guards surrounded him, the subtle vibrations in the floor from their movements. His senses were razor-sharp, honed from years of adapting without sight.
One guard stepped forward, baton raised. Zaiden dodged, moving with a fluid precision that shocked everyone in the room. His hand shot out, gripping the man’s wrist and twisting until the baton fell from his grasp with a loud clang. In one swift motion, Z
