Bryan ends the call wearing a smug smile, humming his changed version of the tune of death. Releasing himself in the leather chair which he took from the guard downstairs, he let out a loud smile. His newly dyed blond hair covered his scar on his forehead perfectly, as it gave him a more ordinary look.
The sound of water dripping from the rusty pipe above and the rats playing along the drain side brought him back to the harsh reality of his. The iron door groaned in protest as its locks were forcefully ripped away.
"Let me go! Where are you taking me?!" asked a female from the top of her voice, her legs paddling behind her.
He watched with great amusement as the small woman somehow injured one of his guards in his shin, causing him to drop her with a loud thud.
Now, this got his undivided attention. Getting up from his chair in a flash, he stalked over towards his now dead guard, his entire body trembling in fury.
