"Who was that?" Charlotte asked as she approached a still frozen Richard. "Richard!" She called out with a slight thug on the shirt before the boy finally regained himself.
"U..uhmm..what?" He asked in confusion. He has zero idea of what was going on, but the classic 'what?' would always get him back on track.
Exhaustedly, Charlotte repeated her question. "Who was that, the man you were glaring at just now?"
"A very dangerous fellow, you should stay away from him." Richard informed. He might have lost track of his target's movement, but he will never forget that face, and that intimidating aura. That man might appear all smiley and nice, but deep down he was nothing less than a demon.
"I can tell without you having to say anything. That man is a Baxist, yet somehow he's unaffected by my curse." Charlotte complained.
