"Thank you, Rufus." He was still at the door, smiling. He would stay rooted there, watching Chin for hours if he wasn't brought out of his trance.
"Ah, yes, welcome." He closed the door behind him.
I stared down at the girl, gripping my trousers. Since we wouldn't be having a discussion, I could still enjoy my coffee and reread the last report. Chin had already curled up on the other stack of reports.
I still remembered when I met these kids, Hansel and Greta. Orphaned siblings my grandfather had adopted seven years ago.
He met them in a forest while torturing some of his clients. A wounded boy ran to him for help with a few months old baby. Since then, they have been staying with us.
Hansel wasn't very communicative and I couldn't exempt growing up in a Mafia Conglomerate as one of the reasons.
Her brother also became a fighter and has more physical kills than I do. He never used a gun. Greta claimed he had no regrets.
