You wouldn't want anything to happen to her, would you...??"
Raiden stared at his phone screen with an undisguised killing intent.
"Who are you??" His voice came out low and dangerous, stripped of every ounce of the warmth he'd shown Iris or Isadora.
There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a familiar chuckle that made Raiden's blood boil.
"How can you forget me so soon, Raiden? I'm hurt, really. I was by far your leader in Platoon Four. We spent months together, shared meals, fought beasts, saved each other's lives. And this is how you greet an old friend?"
Raiden's eyes narrowed.
"Bai Zheng."
"Ah, so you do remember. I was worried for a second there."
"You fucking bastard." Raiden's voice dropped even lower, and the air around him seemed to grow heavier. "How dare you call me? After what you did? After everything?"
