"Bang!!!"
The door to the room opened with a bam and in walked a man whose cold and demonic aura could freeze the even the Atlantic ocean.
"You are finally here??" An elderly man sat on a chair holding a cane looking badass as much as possible despite his old age.
Ryan stood before the old man on the chair, his eyes as sharp as a sharpened blade.
"Yes, I am. I had to come since you pulled this stunt." Ryan sneered as he spoke in his low and husky voice but there was hatred and a little bit of sadness evident in his eyes.
"Is that how you talk with your grandfather?" The man on the chair cried at him in anger. "All you have been doing around is playing with your life." Waving the cane in air the old man huffed and puffed since it was a little too much for him
"When did I play with my life?" Ryan curled up his lips showing an arrogant look but could not hide the anger in his crystal clear dark eyes.
