The boy stood frozen, staring at the man. Perched on the edge of a wall lined with sharp iron spikes, crouched on the balls of his feet, the man stared back. Under the moonless, ink-black sky, his wild, tangled hair whipped in the wind, and his piercing yellow eyes burned like twin flames.
Run. The thought flickered through the boy’s mind as he stumbled back a step. The man’s golden eyes curved into crescents—as if smiling.
"You.”
The low voice reverberated inside the boy’s skull.
"See everything?"
The man’s finger pointed into the empty air, and against his will, the boy’s gaze followed. In that instant, the man lunged at him.