Unlike the priests Emir had met, this one's hair was a dimmer white, dirtier, while his eyes were brown instead of the usual white.
It was almost as if he was mid-transformation, newly brought into their fanatical fold.
A man who only recently became a priest, not yet deserving of the title.
Sofia had realized that, and she wasn't the only one who realized something.
The others had finally, after a full second of silence, caught on to the fact that they were being attacked.
"Tell me your name, you bastard!"
Max, unlike usual, didn't instantly attack but asked a question, or rather, he commanded an answer, taking a note of Sofia's book.
It was a command that surprised everyone in his cohort.
'Why the hell would someone who tried to assassinate a student answer that?'
A variation of that question appeared in all their minds.
Yet their surprise didn't stop there.
