(Collaboration Post, Feat. Zayn and Cyrus)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Good evening. You’re out late.”</span><br/><br/>Zayn froze in place when he heard the voice from behind him. He was most certainly the target of those words. For a brief moment, his hands started to glow with power – an automatic reaction – but the voice of the caller was not that of his target. Was it a guard? A petty thief? He turned around to face his assailant, frowning at him through the darkness. The man did not seem to be dressed as either one. In fact, he didn’t look like a city dweller at all.<br/><br/>“Outsider,” inquired Zayn after a long pause. “Do you require something?”<br/><br/>The strange man smiled at Zayn, his teeth gleaming in what little light there was. “I just wanted to ask a question,” he said, jerking his thumb back towards the gates. “That whole mess in the front of the city. Did you do that?” Other than his smile, his face gave nothing away.<br/><br/>Was this man going to report him to the authorities? Although, it wasn’t as if such an act would hinder Zayn too much.<br/><br/>“There weren’t any guards,” he replied bluntly. “And I have business here.”<br/><br/>“Oh, I see,” the man took a few steps forward. “And what business is that?” He appeared to be cautious upon hearing about the gates.<br/><br/>What exactly was he hoping to find? Zayn didn’t know whether this man was about to attack him, or if he was just wasting his time. Regardless of his intentions, Zayn wanted to start moving soon. His problems weren't going to fix themselves.<br/><br/>“Mine,” he replied, turning his back to the outsider. He resumed his pace in the direction he was headed: towards the old stone castle that stood over the city.