Adrian was tied to a chair in the house on the west wing and his eyes were tied with a piece of cloth; he couldn't see where he was, he just heard footsteps in the room.
Suddenly, he heard the door open and someone walked in with almost silent steps; he felt the person draw closer to him till he was directly in front of him;
The person had said nothing; neither had the people in the room; Adrian's heart was drumming against his chest, his shirt was soaked in his own sweat and he feared for his life.
Nicklaus was not a person who showed mercy, and if he was the one if front of him, he was really dead meat.
Just when the thought came into his head; he felt the rag on his eyes being removed and a hard blow met his jaw, sending his face flying to the side. He felt a metallic taste on his lips and he knew his jaw was broken;
Nicklaus straightened his palms, trying to ease the pressure on them because of the punch;
