Tia said nothing but just stared at him for a while, then pulled Rhea towards the exit.
Zeenare watched as they left, quietly following until they took a taxi.
"Hey, what was that about?" Hexma slightly nodded his head towards the girls' direction.
With a storm-shadowed face, Zeenare turned to him. "Where is he?" Zeenare rasped.
"Restraint."
They made their way inside after Zeenare gave him a soft nod.
The air smelled of metal and old blood. Loud smooching sounds of wind could be heard outside the cold, timid concrete and brick room, with chains in almost every corner and two long metal tables.
A man stood in the middle, dressed in a cheap scrap suit.
"Fucking bastards," the man cursed at the sneering freezing water that jolted him up.
"Who do you think you are? Tying me up like this?" the man from earlier shouted. His feet bounced, his hands chained above his head.
His eyes darted to the figure in the room, staring down at him.
