With everyone who had dared to attack him immobilized by his living shadows, Arthur focused his cold gaze on the shelter's leader who remained suspended in his grip.
"I have one question. Answer it and I will let you go," Arthur stated with the calm authority of someone whose patience had limits that shouldn't be tested further.
The leader nodded his head frantically, his earlier arrogance completely replaced by survival instinct as he prepared to cooperate with whatever Arthur demanded.
Before he could respond, one of the interior doors opened and someone slowly emerged, buttoning his pants with the manner of someone who had been engaged in private activities. The newcomer spoke with irritated confusion that suggested he hadn't been paying attention to the developing crisis.
"What is all this yelling about? What the hell happened?" the man demanded with annoyed authority, clearly assuming some minor disturbance had disrupted his personal time.
