The door inside the dimly-lit room opened. Without looking back, Lucas felt someone entered. Before the man even spoke, he knew exactly that it was Vince Greyson.
"Is the child alright?" Vince asked, his voice calm and composed.
"The child is dead... I'm so sorry, I couldn't save her." Lucas said, turning towards his direction.
He stared at Vince with his paper-blank expression. His fingers were secretly curled into a tight ball behind his back. It took him an incredible amount of self-restraint not to pounce at the man and beat the shit out of him for treating a four year old girl like a prisoner.
