Walking through the corridors of the institution, Arthur stopped when he was certain he walked far enough. Then, he looked behind him. He was trying to make sure that nobody was looking at him before he slowly rested his back against the wall.
'Sigh, this is so annoying!' He thought to himself. 'That bastard figured me out too easily. I was almost tempted to listen to him.'
The fact Lamenter tried to drag him into a conversation so easily was terrifying. He had given Arthur a reason to talk and stay. Something as important as the reason for Isla's clear hatred toward this person.
'Who the hell is he? He is seriously dangerous and I can't figure him out at all.'
So far, Lamenter was the only person Arthur truly could not understand at all. He was almost akin to something he couldn't grasp, something that kept wiggling out of his grasp whenever he tried to capture him. He could see why Isla saw him as a huge threat.
