Mysterious

Esmere POV

“Hey, bastards. Tell me how you want to die,” someone’s voice uttered when I was about to be captured by the three attackers.

All of us turned our gaze to the direction where the voice came from and saw a silhouette casually walking towards us.

The moon shone on the figure, and I realized it was a man wearing a white long-sleeved and a pair of black pants.

And I was quite taken aback at seeing his features. He has black hair with gray eyes — just like Aamon’s.

“Who are you, punk?” One of the attackers aggressively asked him.

The man smiled as if he was not caught in a bad situation. He was chilling while one of his hands was casually in his pocket. “No need for introduction; you are going to die, anyway,” he replied.

“What can a pretty boy like you do to us?” the attacker said, mocking the mysterious man. Suddenly, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the