I march down the corridor and lean against the doorway as he taunts the man he has in chains. “Who is he?” I call over the screams. D turns with a wide grin on his face, his chest sweaty and bare, covered in blood. “A threat. Little Bird, come play!” I grin but stay where I am. “Nope, this is all you.” “Please, please fucking help me, he’s crazy!” the man yells, lunging in the chains, and D frowns and turns to him. “It’s rude to interrupt a conversation,” he admonishes, and quickly stabs him before looking back at me. “Sorry, Little Bird, he has no manners.
