A shabby looking structure is in the middle of lush green forest. Torches is the only source of light. Muffled voices can be heard outside.
"Hey, Cleo I don't think she will talk at all." says by Valerie while looking at the bloody elf.
Its not like Cleo was not aware of the elf's tenacity its just that they all the information especially from their enemy is at the utmost importance.
Cleo clench his fist and winds up his arm to prepare for a punch. Killing was a foreign concept to him in his previous world but the same thing cannot said for inflicting pains due to his family's nature.
His father was a corrupt policeman who fell in love to an organized crime lord's daughter. He tried his best to keep this a secret to his friends and schoolmates. If not for Leah he prefers to be home schooled instead.
Cleo often witnessed his father's dirty work. Her mother was no saint either. She was narcissistic and obsessive to the point that she gets jealous even at her own kin.
