"Where is Alice?"
"Argh! I don't know!"
Arnold pressed Frank's face harder against the cold stone floor, tightening his grip on the man's arms.
"If you don't want to die, then start talking!"
Frank groaned in pain as his face was crushed against the ground.
"Arrgh! I really don't know! Deacon Atlas took her somewhere else while I brought this girl here!"
Amon stepped forward, his expression hidden beneath the darkness covering his face.
Without saying a word, he planted his foot firmly on Frank's wrist.
Then, he lowered his sword and drove its tip into the back of the man's hand.
"ARRRGHHH!"
Frank screamed as the blade pierced his flesh, drawing blood and inflicting excruciating pain.
"Tell us where he went!" Amon demanded coldly.
"I-I really don't know!" Frank cried, tears welling in his eyes. "I saw him heading toward the eastern side of the village! He took her there to discuss something important! I don't know what he was planning! I was only told to kidnap Clara!"
