The footsteps echoed off of the metal walls as the man walked towards the door. His breath was calm. He was safe here.
Or so he thought.
He turned the handle and opened the door. He approached the man, clad in armor, sitting comfortably on his throne.
The man knelt before the man in armor and said, "Your servant, Valerian Drake, was killed by David Mendrick."
The Knight stood and rose a crossbow. "Thank you," he said. He fired an arrow into the man's head.
Blood spilled all over the metallic floor. The Knight smiled then turned. It's all going according to plan, he thought to himself.
Mr. King, or the Knight as they called him, sat on his throne.
His reign had only begun.