After finishing off the others, Aiden turned his attention to James. Approaching him, Aiden squatted down, his eyes cold and merciless. "So, what should I do with you?" Aiden asked, his voice sending a shiver down James's spine.
"Please, don't kill me! I'll tell you everything, I swear!" James stammered, his fear palpable.
"Tell me?" Aiden mused, maintaining his icy demeanor. "Go on."
James, trembling, began to spill everything. "I... I work for Mr. Tread. He captures and sells all kinds of slaves. We're just low-level kidnappers," he stuttered, desperate to save his life.
Aiden listened carefully, his expression unreadable. After five minutes of rambling, he decided he had heard enough. With a swift motion, James's head rolled to the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind.
