“Sebastian has left, Nathaniel is gone too. Who knows where Alphonse will end up?” I groaned, leaning against my seat with my one leg resting over the other.

Here I was, prepared to make this place a blood bath, to cause a massacre if necessary yet nothing happened.

Never expected it to be so monotone.

“And Zariah? Why consider her out of it? Did you not see her breakdown?” Sufiyan frowned, not liking me considering her out of it.

“Don’t mention that damn killing machine,” I muttered, rolling my eyes, deepening his frown.

“Why?”

“When she is supposed to be emotionless then why was she willing to give up on...