Third persons POV,
In a dark gloomy room, a room too dark that you could barely see your own hands, Darhl was seated in a rolling chair, his eyes being the only thing glowing in the dark.
Panting could be heard coming from some corners of the same room but with the way he was laid back in the chair and running his hands through his hair, you would have thought it wasn't coming from close to him.
"Please, don't do this Darhl, the counc-"
*smack
He hits the person so hard across the face sending the face flying the other direction and a deafening sound filled the empty room.
At the sound of the slap, a low dim light lit up in the room to reveal a dishevelled looking young man who spat blood on the floor of the empty room.
The room only had walls no windows or doors were visible and the only thing in the whole room aside from Darhl and the other guy was the chair he had been seating on earlier.
