What You Deserve

Not too long ago,

As the heavy doors of the Dreadthorne Castle began to close behind him, Asher paused, turning his head slightly to catch Jarius's gaze. With a slight, knowing glance that spoke volumes, he communicated a silent command. 

Jarius, his throat suddenly dry, swallowed hard, acknowledging the weight of that look with a stiff nod.

Turning, Jarius ascended the cold, echoey stairs, each step resounding ominously as he approached a particularly eerie and forsaken part of the hall. The air grew chillier as he neared the door that reeked of despair.

"Brother, can I come in?" Jarius's voice was low, almost respectful of the gloom that shrouded the corridor.

"Fuck off..." The response came as a gruff, muffled grumble from within, laden with despair and irritation.

Jarius let out a subtle scoff, masking his nervousness with a feigned chuckle, "Brother, you would want to know what I have to say. It's concerning our sister."