A few moments later, within the basement under the manor…
Two wooden chairs were in a corner of the room, both occupied by the masked men. Their masks had been removed, revealing the faces of two men in their late thirties, and both had been bound tightly to the seat with ropes.
Ethan stood a few feet away with his arms crossed. "Again," he said coldly.
Valerie stepped forward from behind the seated attacker and raised both hands to either side of his head as red magic circles materialized over her palms.
The moment they made contact with his temples, the man's entire body went rigid.
"ARGHHHHH!" His screaming filled the basement and echoed off its walls.
The other man, the driver, was tied to a seat beside his colleague and had already passed out about ten minutes ago from sheer exhaustion after screaming himself hoarse for nearly thirty minutes straight.
Eduardo was by Ethan's side, watching the proceedings with an expressionless face.
