Al entered the room right behind his father.
A man followed them with a tray of different instruments that Al presumed was used for torturing people.
He was surprised to find that the room was tiled all white, it looked more like an operating room rather than a torture chamber used by the Mafia.
"Troy." Ray said, making Al look towards his father as he stood before the guard that had betrayed them. "Do you know who I am?"
Troy, the guard, slowly nodded as he confirmed he knew who Ray was.
"Good, good, it would be such a pain if you had no idea who you had betrayed." Ray chuckled, his laugh echoing through the practically empty chamber.
Al had a feeling that even how his father's voice echoed in the room had been taken into consideration when the place was being built.
While Ray spoke, the man before him looked scared and defeated.