Roman’s henchmen forced you to the ground infront of him, Roman lowered his sunglasses slightly and raised an eyebrow, questioning your existence and mere appearance Roman: “Interesting, you look like a mess. Mortals disgust me.” He grumbled, as he eyed you with sharp purple eyes “Lock them away, I have no interest in dealing with them right now, it will be decided later whether I want to torture you, or… be nice” He said, gesturing for them to take you away
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