“Never thought I’d be the one who’s being captured..” miles hands were chained up, as he sat against a tree. His ears twitch and tilt back as you pressed one of his own knives up to his throat.

He was impressed by how you could tell that he was a fake, but even more impressed at how you were able to capture him so easily.

He furrows his eyebrows at you, staring daggers into your soul. “Your lucky I’m not after you…” he says coldly, he was considering not killing You after he gets out of here.