Adams' POV

“Who sent you?” I asked, looking into the face of the tiny man before me. 

He was clothed in a black catsuit, one which stuck to his body. A pair of black gloves were present in his hand which were tied to the arm of the chair.

His eyes were darkened, and his face had no expressions visible on it, almost like he was lifeless, yet living.

I was certain he heard my question although all he did was look into my eyes with a weird smile on his face. 

Earlier, when he was caught, I ordered him to be brought to the execution room, an underground layer...