Chapter 6. The Debt Collector and the Savior

In a flash, the room that was lit a second ago is engulfed with smoke as the heavy, menacing echoes of the giant etch closer. Through the dark clusters of white puffs expelled from his cigarette clouding his face, I get a slight glimpse of his not-so-pleasing face, to say the least. The fact that his visage doesn’t ring a bell tops the reverence and panic I am feeling, making me cling tight to my protector, Liam. His shaved head glimmers through the smoke, and more fear spews in the room as the unfamiliar, scourging giant figure racks tall before us, choking our lungs out with the heavy smoke of a cigar that leaves me coughing my lungs out.

After torturing us to his satisfaction, he puts off the cigar, and we allow a moment for the atmosphere to clear. But then, the clear vision of him bleeds more extreme terror, polluting the aura. I feel my bones screech with iciness as fear cuts through them. I would have preferred to continue choking out from the smoke and the repellent sm