A predators hunt.

It had been around thirty minutes or so since since captain Atlas left the castle and headed to a bar to drink away his anger as he surveilled the available women, looking for the easiest prey on whom he could vent his anger. 

He was brooding as he looked around the room, plotting all the ways in which he would avenge himself. First he would deal with the bitch who stopped him from going inside the castle and then he would deal with Scarlet. 

The harder she was to get, the more determined he was to get her. He would also not make it a secret when he was done using her, he would humiliate her publicly and drag her down from that pedestal they put her on.

Unknown to him, that thought himself the apex predator in the room, he was being watched by a team of others who considered him to be prey, just as he thought of the women.