Roy Harper-2

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there." The masked male said sternly, separating you and the only exit to this room.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" He crosses his arms over his chest, lips pressed into a thin line, ginger brows knit together in a furrow.

He studies the expression laid sharply on your features. "You've been given orders to stay here. And you will, because I say so."