Tap… Tap… Tap…
He began tapping the wooden desk as if he was checking for something.
A few minutes passed, and he finally strayed from his still position as he glanced up at the butler.
"The government is on their way here," The man says, and just after he clicked his tongue, his index finger briskly punctured the wooden desk.
It looked as if a bullet had shot through it as he lifted it out of the hole.
"Would you like me to recall the other family members?" The butler asks.
"No… Let them come. They will be a good example for me to set,"
…
(Lucy POV)
We walked down the barren streets with our respected masks on.
Our breathing was heavy yet calm as the full face mask we wore stifled our breathing by just a hint.
It wasn't enough for it to hinder us in a fight, but it was enough to make breathing just a little bit harder, especially in the present tense situation.
