Zafron walked through the mansion's large halls, his steps measured and purposeful. The red slime still clung to his hands, pulsing with barely contained energy. His voice echoed off the walls, dripping with anger.
"Gustavo! You gutless worm! Come out and face me like a man, or are you too busy cowering in the shadows?"
For a moment, silence reigned. Then, from somewhere ahead, Gustavo's voice rang out, thick with disdain.
"Cowering? That's rich coming from you, Zafron. Have you forgotten our little dance in Astoria?"
Zafron's eyes narrowed, his pace quickening as he followed the sound. "Big words from a man hiding behind closed doors. Why don't you come out here and say that to my face?"
Gustavo's laughter echoed through the corridor. "I should have finished you when I had the chance. A mistake I won't repeat today." Gustavo shot back, his voice growing clearer as Zafron drew nearer.
