"...Wh-who are you?"
Jude Quinn stared at the figure, his voice trembling as he asked, "What do you want? Why did you bring me here?"
"…"
The figure loomed over him, staring down as they advanced without a word.
His hands and feet were bound tight with hemp ropes as thick as a finger, making it nearly impossible to move. Even so, the figure's dark, oppressive presence forced him to shrink back again and again.
"Wh-what do you want… Do you have any idea who I am?"
"…"
The figure completely ignored him.
TAP...
With a final footstep, the figure stopped, standing casually before Jude Quinn.
Jude Quinn looked up at him. Though he kept blurting out warnings, his body betrayed him, trembling violently.
"Y-y-you… Don't do anything rash! I'm a man of some repute in Aethelburg. If you hurt me, this won't end well for you!"
"While I'm not angry yet, you can take your time and tell me what's on your mind. If it's something I can solve, I will!"
