"Hello, father."
"...What?"
Confusion. The hotel suite's massive interior was filled with almost nothing but confusion as Bishop Bezios, and two other guys that Van could only assume to be his bodyguards, entered the room with him just… standing there.
Van did not really expect Bishop Bezios to look anywhere what he looks right now. He thought he would be wearing white robes like those in the Circle, but Bezios was only wearing a tuxedo; his bald head, reflecting the warm light of the doorway.
His two guards immediately covered him and blocked him from Van's vision, but they too were sorely confused. The only thing they could do was look at each other– a mistake they paid for their lives.
Because before they could turn their heads back to the white-haired boy standing near the window, the next thing their eyes captured was the view of the floor; then there was a thud that whispered in their ears, followed by the endless darkness that is death.
