Ragon never imagined he'd find himself responsible for dealing with a patient as bizarre as Napoleon. Worse still, he didn't even know where to begin. He was trapped, overwhelmed by the strangeness of the situation.
Napoleon stepped closer, his smile widening unnervingly. Ragon, pressed against the door, raised his hands defensively, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" Ragon yelled, as he said with a stern voice.
Napoleon's grin didn't waver. "Why so afraid? I'm just here to play a little game…"
"Ahhhhh!" Ragon screamed, bolting upright from the throne. His chest heaved as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. His breathing was labored as he panicked.
