"I won't ask you again."
Riven felt a chill wash over him. He hadn't been in many battles, but there was no mistaking that feeling.
Killing intent.
'He'll kill me.'
Riven could feel another panic attack coming, but he forced himself to focus. Any more hesitation and he was dead.
He clenched his jaw and turned towards the figure. It was a man of average height. He had nothing remarkable going for him and Riven thought he looked like an NPC in one of his games. But this NPC could unfortunately kill him.
"H-hi there." Riven tried hard not to stammer but failed.
"I asked you a question." The man visibly relaxed when he saw Riven. The boy's hunched back, weary eyes, and weak aura didn't present much of a threat. But his voice was still cold.
"M-my name is Riven."
"I don't give two shits what you're called. What the hell are you doing here?"
"I-I was just wandering around, is all."
The man narrowed his eyes, and Riven could instantly feel his suspicion.
