"Hey, is this some sort of prank?" Arusha asked the anonymous man and he hadn't even seen the knife the man was holding until it was aimed at him.

He gasped as the man approached him and he didn't know where the strength to open the door and run out came from.

He just found himself on the stairs.

He was breathing heavily as he ran to Irish's workshop.

"What was that?" He asked himself.

He has never experienced such since he has been here.

"Irish" He called as he rushed into her workshop.

"What's wrong?" Irish asked, startled.

"I..i checked you in your room" Arusha said, picking the glass...