"Humph. Keep you welcome to yourself," snorted a young boy, his piercing green eyes glinting with hidden danger.
"I think I speak for all of us when I say we were surviving just fine in the wild. So, bring out something interesting and spare us the bullshit," he added, swiping his brown hair back while rubbing his index finger and thumb together in a mocking gesture.
The man shuddered in response, an icy shiver running down his spine as he lost himself in the youth's seemingly boundless pupils. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing became ragged. Despite his efforts, he couldn't move, speak, or even think properly, as if... the youth had imprisoned his mind inside his eyes, leaving him helpless.
SMACK
Fortunately, he recovered a few seconds later. Unfortunately, the reason for it only foreshadowed troubles. Troubles he couldn't handle when these individuals were involved.
