Dusty's charisma.

Dusty's eyes went wide, his eyebrows rose with a furrow sitting on his forehead. Terror overtook his flushed face and a quivering lips which couldn't utter words, fear had gripped him. His mirror-like eyes reflected the image of an enraged and out of control woman, standing in a pile of her own disaster.

The scenery was quickly overshadowed through the window of time, painting a blurry picture of a young man flickering on his gazes, pulling away his thoughts from the presence into an agonizing flashback of a real estate. Inside a rectangular sized office, a grey haired man sat behind a long black table. A formal black polished suit and a stern attitude he maintained, a rigid and careless expression.

* What did you do to her? * A young man yelled. His eyes blazed with unspoken anger, clenching his jaws with gritted teeth.