“C’mon, I said I was sorry,” Cain mumbles with a roll of his navy blue eyes. “What, don’t believe me?” He spits out his cigarette— unbothered to stomp it out— and speeds up his pace to catch up to them.

Cain loosely wraps his arms around them. He tilts his head downwards, lips barely brushing their ear as he whispers with a threatening undertone: “I’ll kill you, y’know.”