Ace's POV :

The guard came back with a blow torch and a glove to make sure I didn't burn my hand. It's not me, he should be worried about.

I pressed the button on the blow torch and suddenly the blue flames shot out of the nozzle and into the air as I stood in front of the young man. He's older than me, but still young. I feel a lot older than people my age due to my maturity and my constant stress, not to mention the empire I'm carrying on my back. "What age are you?" I asked him with a crease between my eyebrows. "I'm 20"...