Alfa entered his office, and sure enough, eight of his guards were waiting for him.
They bowed low as he entered and took his seat. There were so many questions running through his mind.
"Do any of you know why I called on this meeting?" He roared.
Silence.
He couldn't even hear them breathe.
"Well, since none of you know, I'll explain myself," he continued, leaning closer.
"The human prisoner!" He looked at each of the guards and saw them go white. "I had instructed you all to take care of her. Did you take care of her?"
Their mouths remained shut, but their heartbeat did the talking. Their hearts beat like drums in their chest, which told Alfa that they all were guilty of neglect.
"Brendon, you are in charge of the prison and prisoners, am I right?"
An older guard shivered. "Ye...yes, alfa," he stuttered, eyes boring holes on the ground.
No one dared to look Alfa directly in his eyes, as that would mean challenging him. That's the last thing he wanted.
