Lucius stared at the boy on the other side of the window.
Crimson hair, thin body, trembling arms clutching at his ragged shirt.
His face was pale, almost ghostly, but the crimson in his eyes shone with something else, a massive amount of desperation.
This young man was Raven.
The original protagonist.
Lucius's mind instantly flipped through what he remembered of the old plot.
Raven, the street orphan.
Raven, who would be taken by Rihanna in a month.
A woman who was supposed to buy him as a sex slave.
Ridiculous.
But somehow it worked out for him in the story — Raven's oversized dick apparently made her fall in love.
Fucking absurd.
Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose.
'Fucking plot but hey, at least the orphaned guy got off the streets.'
The boy outside coughed lightly and spoke up, his voice thin and trembling.
"Could you please spare me fifty Royals for lunch?"
Lucius looked him over.
Thin frame, dirty clothes, shaking hands.
