Zero Hour.

Everyone in the private room was either sitting or standing, huddled like scared little mice, barely daring to breathe.

Andrew crouched down, grabbing the man's hair from the ground, revealing a face covered in blood.

"Mor... Andy, please... I'm sorry!" The man's face was so swollen it was unrecognizable, his eyes reduced to slits filled with terror.

Seeing Andrew's silence, he started shaking even worse, his trembling hand reaching for Andrew's pants ...