The Professor stops eating and looks at Roman with a very serious face. “You think that I may be in danger?” He asks. Roman nods, "everything around here is quiet, too quiet, and I see some red laser lights moving around sometimes.” “Don't be ridiculous, Roman, that could mean a thousand and one things! This is a huge city, you are not expecting to see lights?” Roman sighs, feeling his rage threatening to burst through his throat. For a man who is so evil, the Professor is being very nonchalant about his security. “Sir, I'm begging you to please listen to me–” “Enough,” he holds his index finger up, shutting Roman up. “Look at how many people came to the airport to welcome me. I'm loved in this country more than anywhere else in this world, and you think I will be harmed?” Roman pushes his hair away from his face, biting down on the inside lining of his cheek. Roman is not being worried because he has suddenly become sympathetic towards the Professor. He only doesn't want hi

Roman holds himself back from doing anything drastic, and he carefully counts all the people with guns. There are over twenty of them. Some of them are guarding the entrance and when some of the people start to run to get out, they are stopped. Some are more brave, they go down on their knees and shut their eyes. They are not going to leave the Professor and run away. They are ready to die with him. The Professor doesn't look as shocked as everyone else. In fact, he has a slight smile on his face as he invites the young man to get on the stage with him. “Don't be afraid, son. There is nothing to be scared about,” he gently says. When the boy gets to the podium, he uses the butt of his gun to angrily hit the Professor behind his head, and this makes him fall on his knees, whimpering in pain. “If anyone comes any close, I am going to fucking blow his head over the place!” He threatens. They all believe him, their eyes are full of fear, and their lips are shaking with prayer for

Roman stares without blinking, he is failing to register what the Professor has just told him. “What?” He snickers shortly. “But that's not possible –” “It is, Roman.” The Professor insists. “With the help of my friend, Tom, it's very much possible.” Tom laughs in agreement, but he looks away from Roman. For some reason, he can't look Roman in the eyes. It's like he is scared of him. “Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think that I would actually believe that the whole world would love me? Of course not! And I have decided to take out those cockroaches in their groups.” Roman's chest tightens, it hasn't felt like this in a very long time. Roman back meets the wall for support. He doesn't trust his legs to be strong enough to hold him. “You have proven yourself to be faithful, so I am going to tell you all that has happened.” The Professor inhales deeply, making himself ready. “Roman, there are hate groups targeted against me all over the world, but this one, this is the biggest.

Roman slowly walks around with a flashlight to make sure that none of the hostages are badly hurt. Tom is feeling uneasy, so he follows Roman around like a fly. “What are you going to do, sir? Are you going to arrest the Professor and expose him as a fraud?” he scratches behind his ear. “If that's the case, sir, please don't forget that I helped, I have told you everything I know about him…” “I think it's time for you to join your younger wife in bed, Tom.” Roman exhales impatiently. Tom is startled at first, but then he shakes his head. “Oh no, sir. I prefer to stay and help the dragon general, my lord. How can I forget what my lord did for me years ago–” “Come to think of it, that wasn't the woman I rescued that day.” Roman looks at with squinted eyes. Earning embarrassing silence from Tom. “Are you trying to insinuate that I risked my life that day for nothing?” Tom turns red in the face as he turns his bulging eyes to the ground. “Oh, no, sir. It's a long story. I really

The Professor has a staunch look of disgust as he hates the spittle gently sliding off his shoe. Everyone is shocked at Tim's behavior, even Roman did not see this coming. If he did, he would have told Tim that it was a bad idea, and he shouldn't have tried it at all. Tom opens his mouth, maybe to beg for his nephew, but no one would ever know because as soon as his mouth is opened, the Professor takes out a pistol and empties the bullets into Tim's face. Tim's body vibrates from the impact, before he falls to the ground. Tom, who has been standing so close to Tim, has now been painted with a red hue, and he blinks his eyes as he wipes his hands over his face. His jaw is on the ground, he can't stop staying at the body of his nephew. Someone screams so loudly, that it seems to snap everyone out of their traumatic haze. “There, how about that?” The Professor huffs as he spits on the grue of a body. Roman eyes goes to the gun in his enemies hand. There is nothing more ironic a