In the dying twilight, the looming tower cast a sinister silhouette against the dark, cold sky.
Isola's sapphire blue eyes shimmered with concern as she watched Asher emerge, his tall and powerful figure framed by the crimson light seeping through the cracks of the heavy doors.
She knew Asher's new personal spot was this tower, and she knew all the things he would do within the tower.
Asher softly smiled as their eyes met, an expression that held a tinge of warmth as he walked towards her.
"Are you feeling better now?" Isola asked, her voice barely a whisper, as if she feared that any louder sound might disturb the peaceful air that was enveloping them.
Asher's eyes darkened briefly, "I am just getting started. I will never let them off easy. For all these years, they enjoyed themselves as they made others suffer. Now it's my turn," The resolve in his voice was unyielding, a granite wall against her gentle words.
