All of the mirth and laziness that radiated from Rachel's body disappeared, replaced by a bone chilling coldness that permeated the room. Her brown eyes growing darker as she glared at her grandfather.
"Tell me who the sick bastard behind this is—I'll rip him apart myself!"
She was furious, losing control of her own emotions. Her bloodlust poured out of her like an encroaching shadow swallowing the light, pressing against unseen throats like a phantom's blade
The Director perked an eyebrow of his own but remained unfazed.
"Control yourself girl. I am not done speaking yet."
"Control? You want me to control myself when some psycho is turning people into their own twisted experiments?! Are you losing it, Gramps?!"
Rachel couldn't stop herself from reacting rudely as her blood boiled. Even she didn't understand why she was acting like this.
The Director furrowed his brow tapping his finger on the desk once.
"Silence yourself Child."
