“You can’t work here, sorry kiddo. You can only work at the age of 18.”

He shrugged. You scowled. You can feel his piercing gaze at you, observing you. The bruises, the scratching, the cuts. Even if what he was seeing wasn’t abuse, it was surely concerning at the sheer amount. But.. if he accepts you and gives you a job, he can somewhat protect you and help you.

“Actually.. maybe you can work. You can even just stay here. All you gotta do is clean up.” He smiled charmingly.