Noah gazed coldly at the young looking man. His mind already preparing him for what was to come. Nevertheless he still found it hard to believe that he would find himself In such a seemingly hopeless situation.
The bulky man dressed In a long green apron and an ash shirt, walked into the cell. A table appearing on one side of the room, afterwhich different types of metal tools appeared on the table, each tool looking dangerous.
The man silently arranged those tools un rows, Noah's mood having reached extremely dark levels he never thought he could achieve. It looked like he was about to be tortured.
"What is your name young man," The individual said, his blank gaze now on Noah.
"I am Noah," Noah replied while also locking gaze at the man.
"Aren't you supposed to know my name," Noah asked subconsciously trying to stall a bit.
