Ethan stared down at the broken man on the floor, his shadow looming over the blood-stained concrete. "Explain yourself before I lose my patience," said Ethan.
"They are butchers, Ethan! Cold-blooded lunatics. If they haven't come for you yet, it's not because they're afraid. They are waiting for the perfect moment to dismantle your life, piece by piece. They will burn everything you touch just to see the look on your face when you have nothing left," said the prisoner.
Ethan let out a low, predatory hum. "Let them come. I've killed 'gods' and broken 'unions.' A family of jailers doesn't keep me up at night. Now, tell me about the shadow behind them. What is Parthenon?" said Ethan.
Carter's breathing became shallow, his eyes darting toward the closed cell door as if the name itself could bring the walls down.
