@inscnusâ // [ ŃÊ ]
Redâs features grow pinched, a smile that hides the annoyance at the disrespect. Heâd asked a simple question. âWhy is it, your sort always dodges the question? Youâre deflecting, and I didnât come here to play ping pong.â Nostrils flare, he can tell the blood hasnât fully dried, itâs still dull red, hasnât faded to brown with oxidation against this manâs skin.Â
âAnswer my question.â Saccharine-sweet, his question was still the height of respect--or at least the appearance of such. âWhose blood is that? You see, Iâve been looking for an associate of mine, and word is, youâre the last person to see him. Judging by the amount, Iâm inclined to believe that the status of my compatriot is less than ideal, which means that you and I are going to have a problem.âÂ








