In the Underground Tomb
Rin's pink eyes burned with defiance, her heart racing despite her fearless act. Draven was standing in front of her. He yanked the rough cloth from her mouth and Rin gasped for air, her chest heaving as she glared at him.
"So, you're the creep who ambushed me and Leonhardt with that ugly mask?" she snapped boldly.
Draven's lips curled into a cold smirk. "Of course I am," he mocked.
Rin forced a bitter grin. "Figured the guy behind the mask would be a nightmare. But, wow, you're way worse than I pictured."
Draven's smirk faded as his face darkened. He crouched and grabbed her chin to meet his fiery gaze. "You've got his mouth," he growled. "That insufferable arrogance. Just like Leonhardt." His tone grew cold, each word filled with pain and anger.
"He took my Viola from me. So I'm going to make him watch as I take what he cherishes most."
