Olivia Anderson
“Smith? What the hell are you doing here? And how did you get in?” I scoffed in disbelief.
He stood at the corner of the corridor, with a tiny stick at the corner of his lips. His smirk was wide and arrogant.
“Am I not allowed to see you? It's a shame you have already had your fun.” He chuckled, walking towards us like he owned the place.
He uncovered his black clock, the hood landed on his back heavily.
Then he stopped in front of Mendoza and Marcus.
“What kind of gentleman lets a lady walk naked…” he muttered nonchalantly, taking off his heavy looking cloak then threw it on me.
Mendoza clenched his jaw so tight that it'd snap.
“What do you want?!” He asked calmly, trying to tame his anger.
“I am here to be the hero…And you will let me, because I know you will
