Looking at the house before him, Piast finally knocked on the door. He had been losing sleep over Lena's safety, and the only grace he knew he had was that she was more valuable than alive than dead. The small slit in the door opened with a pair of cold eyes looking out. Seeing it was Piast, the door opened.
"Door at the end on the right." After giving Piast his instructions, the guard retook his seat. Piast couldn't help but be nervous as he slowly walked down the empty house. It was no place for his wife to stay. Opening the door, Horace sat silently writing a note with his back to the door.
The idea of attacking Horace immediately sprung to mind. Taking a step forward, his fists curled into balls. Yet all it took was the scratching of Horace's pen on the paper to stop him in his place. Hearing he stopped, Horace continued to write properly, ignoring the man behind him.
