(Few hours before the Aqua auction final day)
Inside a dimly lit room, a man was tied to a chair and beaten to a pulp. The man's face was bloody and swallowed beyond recognition. Several cuts riddled his body. Anyone with eyes could tell the man was tortured mercilessly. Slowly, the man's eyes closed. Looking at the man's head falling down, a man walked out of the shadows. He was tall, muscular, and had messy brown hair.
"Lord Malan," The man turned his head to see a guard entering the room.
"Lord Ricky is on his way here," the soldier said. There was a tinge of panic in his voice.
"Shit," Lord Malan cussed. He wanted to heal the man in the chair so he could make him feel the pain once more.
