"Thud, thud, thud." The sound of footsteps moving closer sounded, and with each thud, Kruxe's already stressed heart beat faster.
Soon, the wider than normal door of the room opened, and in walked the man in blue and brown camouflage, a man who he was rather familiar with.
Though Kruxe didn't want to, his eyes instinctively looked to the man's fist in fear as he shuddered.
The appearance of the man had made Kruxe forget his earlier observation, but when the man walked in and another pair of unprotected feet walked in, Kruxe remembered the sounds of multiple footsteps.
Kruxe's mind, which had begun reeling in fear of whether he would soon be getting pounced, lurched back to the situation before him.
With his heart racing, Kruxe watched as a group of people dressed in a little bit clean but ruffled-up clothes, walked into the room.
There were two men and three women, all of them in chains that bound their hands and legs.
