Nala
Xander and I entered a dimly lit room where an old man sat shackled to a table. His hands rested heavily in front of him, bound by silver chains that glinted in the low light.
He looked worn out and sad, as if the weight of his own actions had crushed him. I couldn’t help but wonder what role this stranger had played in the attack on us. What could I have possibly done to this man to make him want to harm me?
As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened with recognition, and I felt a jolt of unease. Did I know him? Had we crossed paths before? My mind raced with questions. Could this have something to do with my uncle? Was he the one orchestrating all of this from the shadows?
“I don’t have all day, Levi. Get straight to the point,” Xander snapped, his tone harsh and impatient. The old
