Strain

Taffy stood in the cold night, the wind blowing in his face as he stared down a crowd of soldiers. He paced back and forth, looking into the eyes of everyone present.

Taffy smirked. "Cold, isn't it? I bet." He stopped moving. "So, which one of you is it? We can do this the easy way, or my way." He chuckled darkly. "You won't like my way."

The soldiers chattered amongst themselves. "There's a traitor among us?" "Think it's one of the intruders?"

Inside the midst of the soldiers, blending in were Makoto, Gida, and Kyoda.

Makoto looked at Kyoda. He had this look in his eyes. A look that screamed hatred. His fists were clenched at his sides, so tightly that blood dripped from his hands.

Gida noticed too. "Woah, Kyoda. You good? We're not trying to stand out here, you know?"

"He's right." Makoto said. "Calm down."