Alfonso paced back and forth in the cold, dim room, his breath coming out in short, angry bursts. His fists clenched, and his jaw was tight.

"What sort of twisted human are you?!" Alfonso ultimately shouted at the walls with his voice echoing. He felt the fury coursing through his veins, helplessness feeding his rage.

"Hahaha... you fools," Vergio laughed, his slow, mocking laugh echoed back at him.

"It's none of your business what I am; this is my domain, and what I say counts. You'd do well to remember that," Vergio added, his voice as cold as the room itself. 

Alfonso seethed, and Caramia, sitting in the corner, glanced...