“ALRIGHT THAT IS ENOUGH. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” He panted, the black ink still sticking to his throat. “I DEMAND TO KNOW!” He growled. A dark, sickly silence suddenly fell over the space they were in. The figure stepped towards him, his dark hair now falling over his eyes. “Oh, little Jasper, who are you to demand anything?” He said, taking Jasper’s muzzle into his hand and cradling it gently. Jasper again couldn’t move or speak. “You’ll find out soon enough. But for now, I must go.”