White hair. Trimmed beard. Expensive suit wrinkled from sudden transit, eyes wide with shock and disorientation.
A man who had been sitting comfortably in his private office only moments ago, ripped out of safety without warning.
Ravis's father.
He blinked rapidly, trying to orient himself, then his gaze snapped downward—and all the color drained from his face.
"Ravis—? Ravis!" He shouted, voice cracking as he struggled uselessly against the invisible restraint. "What—what is this? What happened to you? Who did this to you?!"
Seeing his father broke something.
Ravis's composure shattered completely, his face twisting as tears streamed freely down his cheeks, voice collapsing into something small and childish.
"Daddy—!" He sobbed. "Daddy, look at me—look what they did to me! He stabbed me—he really stabbed me—!"
The man's expression twisted instantly into fury, veins standing out in his neck as he glared around wildly.
