Fang
I stroke my chin. A hole in the forcefield? That's a problem.
But yet, I find it extremely amusing. Things are finally getting exciting.
Now, I don't need reasons to go on a killing spree. My appetite for blood has been starved for as long as I remember.
There is no thrill better than mass murder, swimming in the blood of weak humans.
Aventri folds his arms across his chest, watching me from beneath his long lashes.
He seems so bothered by the prospect of a breakout.
I, on the other hand, am looking forward to it - so I can hunt down and kill every single soul that escapes.
"What is so funny, Fang? We have managed to contain them all this time. You have just one job - and that is to run the Blink. You can't even do that right".
The condescension in his voice is meant to unnerve and probably infuriate me, but it strikes me as a compliment.
I patronize him with a charming smile.
"You're right, Aventri. I run this place, and I can run it however I like".
