A hush of mystery could be felt as it draped upon the few souls in the shadow-filled room of the apartment. The presence of the [b]red skull bandana[/b]commanded attention when she walked into the small, but miscellaneous [b]fray of people[/b] that appeared to be gathered together on purpose. When she told of how she had collected them in this very place, the thought of someone having that much power over him made Tyven twitch; had he just been obeying her without realizing it? From what she said, he had. For some reason this uneased him, even more so than the walk over here from his prime spot earlier. Who was this [b]red skull[/b], and what did she want with all of them here? It felt like a trap; he was a caged animal. His blood pressure started to rise again, the pulse in his temple felt like it would explode. That wouldn't make for a very lovely first impression.

Tyven's bruised hand found it's way to the side of his head and cradled it as he tilted it with curiosity. A sharp stab in the middle of his palm made him think otherwise, and he quickly switched sides with his other hand. This was a strange predicament he was in, indeed. His pair of dark eyes glanced around the room at [b]the others[/b]that were chosen; [b]some[/b] he made eye contact with. How did he get here? The settled dust of the dank, creepy building settled in the back of his throat and instead of speaking with a gusto, his voice was dry when he asked his question. "Who the hell are you and why should I take orders from you?," his voice was sandy, and his stale glare settled on the [b]red skull [/b]again as he waited for her answer.