King Khan's Shackles
In the dark underground room
On the other hand,
The basement, though,
the Paris suburbs.
In a dark room given the lights are quite dim and lack of lighting, aided by the moonlight rays up there that enter through the glass at the very top of the building makes the atmosphere more gloomy basement, a person is seen moving from the top down one by one the stairs towards the bottom floor then he turns towards his right and walks slowly.
The creaking sound of the door was heard filling the room plus the sound of shoe treads that began to break the state of the night made several pairs of eyeballs of people who stood guard there immediately tried to glance at the owner of the shoe. Those who sat around enjoying the card game instantly stood up from their positions slowly, waiting for the presence of a figure who walked up to them then when the figure was already in front of them, the men bowed their heads one by one towards the figure.
The figure just nodded his head slowly, then he stepped his feet continuously towards the front, without letting out the slightest sound, the figure walked with definite steps and moved with great care. where on the left side a person moves time aligning themselves following his steps towards the front.
After quite a distance away the figure finally arrived at a room surrounded by iron bars, in front of him standing at this moment, two guards were seen bowing their heads to him, then the two people allowed the figure to talk to someone in the room.
The figure was silent for a moment, then he looked in the direction in which there was someone curled up behind the cell, and, I don't know what the curled up figure did that was clearly predictable who it was.
"Hey damn it, get up and drown your head," one scream rang out, making the curled up man try to raise his head in shock at the shrill screams that filled the room. He turned his head to the origin of the voice and tried to get his eyeballs set on his right side slowly.
At first there was no movement, until at last the figure was now standing slowly, moving closer towards the two people standing before him.
A man with a face filled with mud color with hair disheveled and never cleaned for years was seen grinning towards the two figures in front of him.
"You came after all these years? with neat clothes and expensive suits even using someone else's current identity." the male voice inside the iron bars broke the state, he stared in disdain at his interlocutor.
The glint of hatred was clearly visible from behind his eyeballs, but even so he was learning to control these emotions much more deeply.
The figure of the man he was talking to was seen grinning, he moved forward towards his face towards the bars, deliberately close his face there and whispered to the man in the bars.
"Are you starting to give up on this?" asked the man in a rather horrible voice.
Instead of replying, the men in the bars moved their faces forward, leaving them with almost no distance from each other, and the man in him the iron finally said.
"I may surrender, but don't forget my daughter must return to reclaim her right." After saying so, the man rewinded his face, then he threw his saliva towards the man's face.
Chuhhhh.
and rest assured when the saliva moved, the man outside the bars looked very angry.
"Fuck, make him unable to stand up tonight because of his arrogance..," and a shrill cry broke the silence of the night, making the guard of the place directly open the iron bars door with great enthusiasm and suddenly from a different direction he was a burly man running in there and trying to execute his master's orders.