Colonel Adin had grown a beard but still chose to keep the mustache. His hair was a mess, probably because there was no gel to style it, and he looked like he had aged a decade—but according to my calculation, they had only been here for a week or two at most.
Lt. Katrina wasn't any different. Her skin had lost its glow and she had dark circles under her eyes. With the comfort and luxury they enjoyed as Ascendants gone, she didn't look as graceful as before.
Behind them were five officers with their rifles pointed at them. Everyone here seemed tired and worn out, their eyes showed they must have experienced horrors I was unaware of.
But how would I know?
I had never gone beyond the walls of this castle.
"It's you!" Colonel Adin's voice was a mixture of shock, relief, fear, and anger.
Just my existence was giving this man mood swings.
"BASTARD!" Adin and Katrina growled as they pulled out their guns at me.
