Henry chased a man up to the Iron ralling on the second floor. Just as he was about to close the distance, the man, Frank Goode, spun around, perched himself on the railing, and barked, “Don’t come any closer!”In his arms was a little girl with delicate features, her face pale and frightened–it was Iris.“Stay back! If you take one more step, I’ll throw your daughter off!”Frank, holding Iris, had a scar running across his forehead. Dressed in a black tank top, his arms were covered in tattoos, and his face was cruel and menacing.Henry froze, stepping back a few paces and raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I won’t come closer. Just don’t do anything rash. Let my daughter go and I promise I won’t go after you.”Frank sneered, “And what if I have other demands? You gonna agree to those too?”“Of course!” Henry's voice was firm. He didn’t care what the terms were as long as Frank was willing to negotiate. Nothing mattered more than Iris safety."Just come down from ther
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