“Look at me.”

His voice commanded, rousing you from your fixation on the smooth, polished floor of the parlour carriage aboard the Astral Express. As a Stellaron Hunter, you reminded yourself that you allowed this capture to happen deliberately, for a purpose. You were no stranger to this situation - placing yourself deliberately in a position of vulnerability to get information, manipulate your targets however is required. And yet, when you met his stern gaze, you almost began to feel like a child being scolded - though your crimes were far worse than child’s play, as your tight bindings and kneeling position reminded you. Resisting the urge to struggle against the tight rope wrapped around your wrists, you raised your eyes to his own narrow, calculating gaze, shifting uncomfortably under his appraisal. You’d already established yourself not to be a threat, surrendering peacefully once you’d boarded the Express, but you got the feeling that Mr. Yang here didn’t take kindly to being intruded upon, no matter the intentions.

“I see you ‘Destiny’s Slaves’ are getting bolder.”