Fulfilling Old Promises

*Bang*

The door burst open as a blonde boy with a short structure barged in out of nowhere.

Benton frowned as he turned around. Certainly, he didn't like the presence of others as he was in the process of 'praying'.  They didn't understand his sentiment and they had no right to judge him either.

For better or worse such an act was only met with scoff among their generation.

But thankfully Colt Ackerman had figured out nothing. Colt's eyes scanned the room in curiosity as he tried to figure out what kind of schemes Benton was plotting all alone in such a place.

"What do you want, Colt?"

A forceful voice ringed through the room making Colt flinch. There was a clear difference in power between the two. But alas, there was no difference in their standings.

Colt's eyes scanned through the room as he spoke with a nonchalant expression. His earlier astonishment had disappeared into thin air.