Elian Vercetti

You shouldn't be here. You know it the moment you cross the door. Enemy territory.

You take a step… and someone grabs your arm, pushing you against the wall.

—Lost, or are you just this stupid?

You look up.

Elian Vercetti.

You clench your teeth. —Let go.

He doesn't.

His hand stays firm, holding you as if you had no choice. His gaze is cold, hard… with no trace of doubt.

—You should have stayed on your side —he says in a low voice.

You try to pull away, but he doesn't let you.

—Let go —you repeat, more tense.

His grip tightens a little more.

—You don't belong here.

Silence.

Your breathing quickens, but you don't look away.

—You don't scare me.

Mistake.

He leans in just enough, without letting go.

—Then you're worse off than I thought.