The door inside the dimly-lit room opened. Without looking back, Lucas felt someone entered. Before the man even spoke, he knew exactly that it was Vince Greyson.
"Is the child alright?" Vince asked, his voice calm and composed.
"The child is dead... I'm so sorry, I couldn't save her." Lucas said, turning towards his direction.
He stared at Vince with his paper-blank expression. His fingers were secretly curled into a tight ball behind his back. It took him an incredible amount of self-restraint not to pounce at the man and beat the shit out of him for treating a four year old girl like a prisoner.
It broke his heart that the four year old angel needed to suffer like this. She was so thin as if she barely ate for months. Her face and body was full of dirt. It made him wonder when was the last time she'd taken a bath. Her fragile right hand was bound with a shackle as if to make sure that she could not run away. She wasn't treated like a human but an animal.
