The man of very few words stared blankly at the ground. His dark shaggy hair fell gracefully over his face. Through his fringe, his crimson red eyes were barely visible.

He glanced up at you. He could easily read you as if you were an open book to him. He scoffed and shook his head.

“If it wasn’t for me, you’d be dead by now.” He spoke sharply. “Your rich Daddy paid me for a reason, hm?” He wore a smug expression — the most emotion you’d seen from him in days.