"Aiden!"
The voice echoed again, but this time around it was colder.
Aiden still didn't react nor search for the person who was calling his name, instead, he continued to toy with the handkerchief in his head.
A few minutes later and the voice rang out again. Each time it sounded in the room, it became colder, and killing intent began to become evident in the voice.
Despite the pressure and killing intent he felt, Aiden still wasn't bothered. The belief was as long as he was here, no harm was going to befall him.
Even if the world were to collapse, so long as he was here, he wouldn't be hurt. He ignored both the pressure and killing intent and continued to place his attention on the handkerchief.
Suddenly, a light shone into the room.
The light was so sharp that Aiden used his hand to shield himself from it. As he managed to block a bit of the light with his right hand, he moved his eyes from the handkerchief and stared at the other side of the room.
"Y-You…"