Daniel's hands froze mid-air, eyes bulging. A dagger hovered at his throat, its cold edge kissing his skin, while a rough hand clamped his mouth shut.
"Mmpph… mphh…" He struggled to speak, but the grip held firm, silencing him.
The figure tightened its hold and hissed. "Now, simply raise your right hand if it's a yes and raise the left if it's a no. First, did anyone sent you after me?"
Daniel slowly lifted his left hand, every movement deliberate.
The man flicked his eyes to the left and posed another question.
"Are you associated with any guilds?" he whispered warmly.
Daniel raised his left hand once more.
"Do you know who I am?"
He raised his left hand again.
The questions were never-ending, like a relentless river. With each one, the dagger crept closer to his throat, and Daniel felt the man's right shoulder tense and rise.
"Should I kill you now? Nah—na don't try to move, it's no use," he whispered as Daniel struggled against his grip.
