Swathed in a pristine white suit, Adrik sat on the sofa in the living room with a gray mask covering half of his face, as usual, leaving his emerald green eyes visible. His raven black hair, which was combed neatly, perfectly fell over his shoulder to his waist. He stared at Mr. Adolpho, who sat opposite him, with his pitch-black eyes, also staring at him. "Where is your daughter?" Adrik's face darkened a little.
"She will be down in a minute." Mr. Adolpho smiled awkwardly and glanced at the middle-aged man with a black suitcase on his lap, seated beside Adrik.
As the clock ticked and the time enacted, cold sweat dripped down Mr. Adolpho's back, and his hand secretly balled into a fist. 'I will kill this girl,' he thought, with a slight grimace on his face.
