Nathaniel (1)

Nathaniel was in the middle of the forest with his team members. He too was taking part in the Red Palace's outing.

Unlike Erik, it didn't take long for the young man to seize leadership—not by earning respect, but through violence. He brutally beat one of his team members when she dared to talk back to him.

The others tried to stop him but couldn't—Nathaniel was far too strong. His three teammates could only glare at the ground, avoiding direct eye contact. They knew meeting his gaze would end badly.

"So?" He asked after a while.

"Are you going to look at me like a dumb fish? Are we just wasting our time here?" His voice had taken on an edge that hadn't been there before, making everyone flinch slightly.

It wasn't anger or hatred behind those words; this was something else entirely. Disdain. Disdain, For those he believed were under him.