"Should you ever dare to utilize me as an instrument in your diminutive machinations again, you shall be compelled to bear the brunt of the ramifications. Carve this into your skull; circumstances shall unfold exceedingly ill for both yourself and the Twentieth Ward!"
The Kapo turned his back once more, yet this time, the grin that had lingered as a guest upon his visage for a protracted span had forsaken it, and an arched brow strove to usurp the void it left behind. It was glaringly evident that enduring a blatant threat failed to resonate favorably with Baybars; he ceased his strides, remaining immobile until Mel arrived at his side.
