Brendan's POV
"You don't want to let your father rot in here, do you?" My father asked me and I wish I could tell him how happy I would be when I see him actually rot.
But then again, I questioned myself if that's what I really want. Maybe or maybe not.
"You are making things obvious now. You do know who is doing all of this. So what's stopping you from spilling the name?" I asked him and watched as the smile on his face faded away.
It's been three days since he gave us his stupid riddles and none of us seem to understand a thing about it.
Now I am here again, trying to break him mentally so he would give me the names. We can get this done the easy way but he is choosing the harsh way, making it even harsher for both of us.
"You like me here, don't you?" He paused and smiled at
