Mikael had followed the sounds of their voices, their footsteps heavy in the otherwise empty corridor. They'd disappeared through the door of a side room, and he stood there, unnoticed, in the doorway, to find they'd cornered a child.
A child that looked much too young to be in such a suffocating place.
A mere second passed, and he closed the gap between them. Standing, firmly, in place, between her and them. He stared at the men; eyebrows furrowed and posture rigid.
They spoke to him directly. One of them had a gun.
But he didn't reply, and simply raised a shaking hand in their direction, fingers splayed like he was poised to attack, and nostrils flared. A steady stream of green goop ran down his face with the motion.
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