"Please, I'm sorry! We just don't know where it is!" A balding man shouted, on his hands and knees as he cried profusely.
"You don't or you won't?" Leo's voice rang out, his yellow eyes shining in the darkness as he rested his cheek against his fist as he sat upon a throne-like chair. "My patience is wearing thin Mr. Froe." Two swords found themselves at Mr. Froe's neck, two men dressed in all black held them, ready to slice at any given moment.
"We don't know where your sword is at!" He wailed. "Please don't kill me, I beg of you, Mr. Apollyon! I won't tell anybody else this happened I promise just please don't kill me! I have a family!" Leo rolled his eyes before standing up, revealing his all-black attire, a long collar framing his face.
"I won't kill you, I promise," The man's face switched to one of pure relief. "And I believe you, I know you won't tell anyone."
"Thank you so much, I-" Mr. Froe began but his throat was slit in two different places.
