The True Form (1)
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Rose's Perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
"Have you accomplished the tasked?" Andrew asks me a question from the other side of the screen, waiting for my response to his absurd request.
His appearance has yet to appear, but his voice still resounds the room, unwavering and threatening met to finish his order.
"What task?" I replied in a foolish tone, not wanting to be part of his delusions.
"Have you forgotten already?" He added as if he was amusing for this current situation.
Suddenly, a static began to show from the monitor, revealing the familiar image of Andrew Turner himself sitting on a black and comfortable sofa from the main facility of the Spectre.
"Did you lured them into the room?" He queries me once again, this time with a hint of power oozing from the sound of his tone.
'He wasn't messing around, nor does he plans to' my mind panics as I return his gaze from the buzzing screen.