"Your Imperial Majesty, what are you doing in this filthy place? This place is not for you to step in," The commanding officer asked while his hands were clasped together.
Elliot stared at the commanding officer, scanning who he was. From the uniform he wore, he looked like someone of importance. He must be the commanding officer, Elliot thought.
His eyes then shifted at the walls and the iron bars. This is a prisoner, a place where the walls should be firm and sturdy. But instead, they were all worn out, and that included the rusted bars.
He didn't know what else to say, but that commanding officer dared to tell him not to be here. Elliot owns this place, so why can't he be here? Unless they are hiding something here.
