He's a Ghost?!

Artor's neck veins bulged as he tried to get his hard-headed brother to grasp how lucky they had been. 

"Charling… you don't get it… If we didn't have camera evidence confiscated from Failee's private security firm, I wouldn't believe the incident report. Ayse may as well be a ghost he appeared and disappeared so cleanly!"

"What should I know?!" Charling belted. His taught muscles and spine contorted to stare back into Artor's eyes. "You have no idea what it feels like! To be captured by an unknown youth, who somehow became the only person keeping me alive! I couldn't trust him, but I had no other choice…"

With Charling speaking clearly, Artor lightened up. He closed the pristine chest and sat on top. Artor made sure to face his big brother while speaking softer with a more caring tone.