As Sophia stood there, her eyes locked onto John's, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Something didn't feel right. The warm smile that had been plastered on John's face just moments before had faltered, and for a brief moment, Sophia saw a glimmer of something else - something cold and calculating.
She remembered that John had said this place was built by Mr. Jonathan's grandfather, but she recalled her uncle telling her that he built this place all by himself. And not just that, Sophia knew her grandfather was a king in her village until her own father finally ascended the throne, and there was no way Mr. Jonathan's grandfather would have come to New York City. It was too good to be true.
Sophia's eyes met John's, and she felt a sudden chill run down her spine. Something didn't feel right. John's smile seemed too wide, his eyes too gleaming.
"Let's get out of here," Sophia said, trying to sound casual despite the growing sense of unease in her stomach. "I've seen enough."
John's smile faltered for a moment, and then he spoke up...
"I am afraid you are not leaving here, Miss Sophia..."