Mordak (Senrose’s grandpa) walked to and fro in the living room, his silver hair strands were messy, he looked tired and anxious. The phone on the table hadn’t rung in hours, his face had lost all colour, Senrose hadn’t called him since she left the airport, she said she would be at the mansion in half an hour but it had been almost three hours and there was no news of her.
“Grandpa!? Why are you here?” A stern voice came from the door front, Mordak stopped his sudden steps and looked around to greet his grandson.
A guy about 6 foot tall walked in through the main door, he was casually dressed. His hair was not combed, they were roughly decorated in his forehead. He had a stoic face with sharp features. His keen eyes scanned Mordak as he walked closer to him.
“Is there something wrong? You don’t look good,” he said.
“Yes-everything is great, I was just exercising,” Mordak replied as he swung his hand to and fro showing him how hard he was working out.