"Oh? You aren't Bene? Who are you?"
Reiden sighed.
"Well, I can't have you going around on his behalf. So why don't you tell me who you are before I die."
The man appeared before Lukas in a fraction of a second, a gust of wind from the dash blew past Lukas. He had pure white skin, like snow or bone. Small horns protruded from his skull on the corners of his forehead, their pitch-black obsidian colour was like the darkness of night.
He also had deadly sharp six-fingered hands that carefully wrapped around his neck as he tilted Lukas' face up.
"Why would he bring a child with him? Or are you unrelated? If you're here for revenge, then I can do nothing for you. Why are you here and who are you?"
Lukas tried to free himself, to no avail. Lukas tried to attack Reiden, but he just batted his tachi away. Lukas refused to answer his questions and stared at him with determination not to fail.
"Come on, SPEAK!"
