Chapter:-19

"Where is he?", a chilling voice echoed in the room, enough to make everyone feel chills on their spine.

The voice came from a man seated in front of the office, giving an aura darker than the night itself. Sitting on what seems to be his throne, radiating terror and fear.

Donned with a black jacket and and a black shirt underneath, with matching black pants, he looked like the Grim Reaper, which can't be denied with how tarnished his hands were. Crossing his gloved hands, take note in leather, he stared at the door in front of him, like a hawk waiting for his prey.

His men, his subordinates, glanced uncomfortably with each other, terrified to speak as their leader patience was wearing thin. No one makes him wait. No one wastes his time. The last person that that did that was met with a hole on his forehead and the last words he heard were "You are 1 minute and 30 seconds late". Poor man.

The eerie silence was broken by a sigh. It came from the Damon Williams friend Rayan, the only ma