Chapter 53
- "But if I whispered they wouldn't hear us," Daniel muttered as we stood in the cold room, it felt like moments before someone spoke.
- "You're late."
- Well no shit sherlock, I looked over at the elder man who said that, his white hair was a dead stat give away, was he even alive? He looked like a ghost sitting on a chair. Hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, he had the whole thing going for him.