Closing the sliding doors of the gymnasium's storage room, Kiernan flicked the light switch on and then sat down on top of a stack of folded gym mats.
Neal, tight-lipped, stood silently with his head hanging low and kept scratching his arm in nervousness.
It was clear to him that this person was going to hurt him badly, as there was no other reason to go somewhere this private.
Since there was a festival going on, nobody would come to the gymnasium, and therefore no one would hear his screams.
"Your full name, what is it?"
Kiernan asked as he browsed through Neal's wallet, and it was empty except for some dirt and a crumpled picture of a stranger.
"N-Neal Yoxall…"
"Say it clearly and stop stuttering!"
Kiernan shouted.
With his shout, he added the power of his aura to the words, frightening the boy who hadn't even awakened his martial soul.
"Neal Yoxall!"
Neal shouted in fear.
"That's better. Here, catch."
