"Aunt Lily?" Alicia whispered the middle-aged lady's name with a hopeful look only to see her step aside from the door. A tall yet strong-looking man came into her view wearing a white hoody over him. Alicia frowned at the sight.
Who is he, and why was she tied up in a confined, dark room?
"She's the one, Your Highness," stated the lady, confusing Alicia more than she already was.
Highness? What was he, one of the royals? Alicia's eyes widened at the thought. No way! That couldn't be.
The man hummed and stepped into the room with his mask still on his face, giving her only a glimpse of his frightening heterochromatic red and black eyes that were directed right into her. With the first few steps of his the light in the room lit giving her state of the room. But she could not take her eyes away from the man who was approaching her like a predator. The look of his had her goosebumps with chills running down her spine.
