"Who are you? Why are you doing this to us?"
Racheal asked under her breath but she did not expect an answer to come. Still, since Kyle was a good person, he decided to give her one.
"My name is Kyle. That is all you need to know about me. Now, I shall find your brother and extract my revenge."
Racheal's breath came in shallow bursts, her pulse pounding like a drum in her ears.
The man who called himself Kyle radiated power, his eyes calm but unrelenting. He hadn't drawn a sword, hadn't raised a hand, and yet Racheal felt as though she were standing on the edge of a blade.
Still, when he began to step toward the sealed door, her desperation clawed free of her fear.
"Wait. I have a deal you won't be able to turn down."
She said, voice shaking.
Kyle paused.
Racheal forced herself to look up, defiance flickering behind her trembling eyes.
