Learning About the Fourth Floor
"Who are you?"
Alaric asked suspiciously. He didn't trust a single soul in this secret realm anymore.
In the dimly lit room, four figures stood surrounding the injured man. At the center of the group was a striking twelve-year-old child with red phoenix eyes.
"We can do introductions first if you want. I'm Ken."
Ken spoke first, aiming to make Alaric more comfortable. He understood that the safer and more thankful Alaric feels, the better the information he will be able to take out of him. He could use Truth Pills, but he preferred not to in the presence of others.
"Hello, I'm Bryce. I'm the formation master of the group."
Standing beside Ken was Bryce, a sturdy man with a tanned complexion, square head, and messy brown hair. His hesitant and distressed mood was apparent as he kept peeking from the corner of his eye toward Ken every time he talked. He was worried about saying unnecessary things that would upset Ken.