Lorenzo sat on the sofa where Selyu had previously been, picked up her newspaper, and began to flip through the recent news. The air was filled with the stale scent of dust mixed with a sour stench, making Lorenzo feel like a rotten apple gradually fermenting in a garbage heap.
"So you're sure you don't want to tidy up the place?"
Selyu and Lorenzo had swapped roles. She sat at the workbench, stabbing randomly with a dagger Lorenzo had custom-made for her. A life of wealth hadn't made Selyu forget her past, and now holding the dagger felt familiar in her hands.
"Since it's just me living here, if I'm okay with it, that's enough."
Lorenzo said lazily, but in truth, he was just being idle.
One had to admit that although Mrs. Van Rudd didn't play a big part in his life, her presence had a substantial influence on Lorenzo, particularly regarding his living environment.
