THE STORM

○Samuel○

I was called out of my research in a hurry because he wanted to see me, I reach his room, and see a crack on the glass, that was tempered glass 5'inch thick, so solid that Amon couldn't hope to crack it in a few tries.

I try to smile and ask,

"you called?"

He looks at me for a bit before replying,

"Open up, I'm leaving."

I was shocked, we can't let him leave here, he's too important to this research, No, I will not let him leave here.

"But" I say unable to complete what I wanted to say because I realised that his eyes turned red, that was when I remembered just how he dealt with my MS-5s. I look at the glass, that crack seems to stem from one hit, I stayed silent for a few seconds as I processed in shock

"I'm sorry, what's the reason?" i ask him and he doesnt reply, instead it looked lioe he was contemplating something.

His lips curls up and goes back to normal in an instant but i saw it,