"Aah!"
The distinct sound of bones snapping rang out in the air along with the screams that accompanied it. The scream came from a man with what was once curly, brown hair. He was cuffed to a chair with Mana Suppressing chains tied around his arms and legs. His once polished suit was torn and stained, looking as if it had just barely survived an attack by a wild beast–which wasn't too far off from the man's current predicament.
The strong stench of iron permeated the air. Henry's nose was wrinkled slightly, but that was the only physical sign that showed his displeasure of the smell of blood.
The wooden door behind him opened. A man wearing a black assassin outfit walked in. The overly large hood of his shirt top was pulled up over his head and a black mask covered the top half of his face. The only thing visible was the sharp jawline the jutting out below the mask. Even though it couldn't be seen, the blonde hair underneath the hood was temporarily dyed brown.
