Red lanterns wavered gently in the breeze as he walked past them, dressed in high-collared black silk. The restaurant owner moved towards him, then backed away at the familiar sight of the man with the trimmed, dark beard and the powerful gaze.
“In the back,” he said. “They wait.”
The man walked past him like he was an insect, stood in front of the back wall, and, with an effortless stride, stepped out of time and space, to the white-walled cathedral where his taskmasters waited in monochrome robes.
“We have a new mission for you,” one said.
“How many more?” the man asked. “How long until my debt is settled?”
“You,” the eldest replied, “have a very great debt to settle.”
The man knew they would never release him. He would find his own way out of the deal.
When he did, they would regret trying to control him.
Word Count: 149
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Singledust for providing the prompt photo!