An uncomfortable silence fell onto them for a minute. Not because the big hall was quiet, they were hauling every insult at the man in the ring. Despite their noise, despite Hiro speaking softly they heard him clearly.
And silence just warped around them. The words coiled themselves around their necks nearly choking the life out of them, like a boa constrictor to its prey.
They expected everything under the sun, but not this. They all looked horrified at the man Hiro called his father. He never talked about him much, so they had no idea he looked so wrong.
They may not have known what he looked like before, but what was in front of them was something else entirely. He had a resemblance to Hiro, but it was almost all gone. His eyes looked dead and that of a cold-blooded killer.
