Draco woke up with a startle, looking around to see that he was seated casually on a bar seat of his mansion's upstairs snack back.
His green eyes narrowed as he looked around, noticing that he was still chewing on some chips and sipping soda.
However, for some strange reason, his usually stagnant Tier 2 Control flared up and seemed to expand, causing his body and mind to shift painfully. While this was happening, Draco was not able to react to a shortsword piercing his chest, stabbing him all the way through.
He gasped and clutched his chest, turning around to gaze at his assailant. When he saw those cold blue eyes that showed no remorse for their actions, he nodded his head as if he was someone who had expected it.
"You were the last person I expected, and the person I trusted most. I cannot believe it would be you..." Draco mumbled as blood poured from his mouth.
