So how long are you going to stand there? I'm getting bored now," Razeal said, his tone cool but laced with theatrical arrogance, like a villain playing up the role. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, leaning back comfortably into the chair as if this was his own personal lair.
"Who?" the man in the gray suit flinched, startled. He had been completely unaware of Razeal's presence behind him until that very moment. Instinctively, he spun around with impressive speed, the pillow he had been holding now gripped like a sword, pointed toward the source of the voice.
"Hey, hey, calm down." Razeal lifted one hand a little, still lounging in the chair with a relaxed posture. The low growl of thunder followed by a sudden flash of lightning outside lit the room in a flicker of white, and for a moment, the man saw the eerie silhouette more clearly.
