Masked Man POV
He stared at the poster in his hand, mesmerized by her eyes. He throws the poster away, scattering everything on the table.
Glass shatters, piercing his hands.
"Where is she?" Maskman snaps, voice cold and laced with fury. He paced round the room.
A guard flinches; the man's cheek is as pale as paper. He had earlier beaten this guard.
They all shrank back in fear, waiting for the ground to swallow them.
"I need answers," he growled, pulling out his gun.
"Sir…" the guard begins.
The sound of gunshot cracks through the room. The guard screams in pain, clutching his leg as the ground stains red and he falls down.
"The next shot would be the head," he said. "Speak now." "Boss, have mercy, the men are already looking for her," the guard answered, gritting his teeth, pain written on his face.
"If anything happens to her, I'd feed your brains to vultures," he spat.
