"Good. You're finally awake," the silver-haired stranger spoke with a gruff, deep voice, staring directly at Bastian, "The Master will see you now."
From behind the rusted bars of the cell, it wasn't hard to see the unsettling nature of the stranger's eyes; both of which were purely white without irises, as if sight was a foregone aspect of the man's life.
"What if I refuse?" Bastian asked, staring directly at the silver-haired man.
There was no reaction from the golden-armored figure as he responded, "You are not in any position to do so. Should you do anything "unwise", we are permitted to kill your friend. Open the cell."
Bastian wanted to respond, though he understood there was little to gain from trying to reason with the man. It was clear that he wasn't just somebody paid by Frederick, but a more important underling.
