Cassius pulled back, letting out a yelp and bumping into the book case. It rattled and he could feel an item or two fall to the ground. "Who in God's name is in here?! Who are you?!" He demanded, trying to sound intimidating in the dark. It was a far cry from his normal stature- sure he was plenty fit but it wasn't like he was built for fighting. He scrambled for something- anything to use against the unknown stranger that was apparently in the room now. The darkness added to his fear; Cassius couldn't see a thing, he was completely blind.<br/><br/>"T-There are other people in the house! I'll call them in!" He threatened. His hand throbbed in pain and he reached down the feel for the glass. It was imbedded deep into the palm if his hand, sticky out of the flashy area between in thumb and pointer finger. It hadn't gone all the way thank goodness, and he resisted the urge to pull it out for now. He didn't know how bad it was and he'd only end up bleeding even more all over the place. Truth be told he didn't even know if anyone could hear him from where he was in the house. The man was suspiciously nice in his opinion and it only made him more defensive.<br/><br/>"How did you get in here anyway?" He asked, speaking his sentences in quick succession.