Shadow Slave
X stood concealed in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the interaction between Ezra and Count Griffin. The throne room, with its grandiose design and dim lighting, provided sufficient cover for his presence.
He listened intently as Griffin commended Ezra on his management of the Southside and offered expansion into his territory. X observed every subtle shift in body language, every flicker of emotion that crossed Ezra's face.
When Ezra finally left the room, his posture a blend of respect and caution, Griffin turned his gaze towards the shadows where X stood. "So, what do you think of our friend Ezra?" Griffin's voice, metallic and devoid of warmth, filled the space.
X stepped forward, his movements deliberate. He met Griffin's eyes, hiding his true thoughts behind a mask of obedience. "Ezra is perceptive," he replied. "He likely understands your intentions. He knows what you're trying to tell him."