Riba

A chortle came from within the dark space, which was fitting, because the atmosphere had turned dark too.

Murderous intent burned from Replicus as he stood a few paces from the door to the shoddy place, and as her master switched to hostile, Pherdanta did too.

"Come on, Bright Storm. It was just one mistake. Wait, it wasn't even my fault. I didn't know," the voice came, still quite playfully jovial, yet a tad bit anxious.

"Oh, is it? Let's say that's true. What is going to make me kill you, and everyone else you have ties to, is the fact that you have been avoiding me. An innocent man wouldn't run, would he?" Replicus said.