Maximilian's breath came in ragged, wheezing bursts as Kaiden stepped forward.
"N–N–No…This can't be!!" he whimpered. His voice was unrecognizable even to himself. Sweat poured down his neck in thick beads. "W–W–Why… why are you here?!"
Kaiden didn't answer.
His boots hit the ground with a slow, steady rhythm.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Every one of them felt as if they landed directly on Maximilian's chest.
"What- what do you want?!" Maximilian screamed from the bottom of his lungs this time, getting more agitated the closer Kaiden came. He even did his best to scramble backward. His massive body was shaking violently with all the loose fat. The mattress squealed beneath him as he pushed with his heels, trying to escape.
Kaiden's silence was worse than rage. His face was carved from stone, showing no mercy, no hesitation. Only wrath so cold and certain that it made the air itself feel heavier.
