The sound of wood clattering burning in the fireplace and the flame quietly burning inside the luxurious chimney of Mob Boss Oswald cobblepot known as the penguin. The light of the fireplace fire reflects on your pathetic, wet face Your hair and clothes are all wet And you are sitting on the furnished floor directly in front of the fireplace and raindrops hit the windows softly after they were raining mercilessly earlier

"............"

You could have felt those icy blue eyes staring at the back of your head from the dark side of the room on a luxurious armchair as elegant as everything else around you. Now Oswald cobblepot was sitting silently watching you next to him on the table. A beautiful little canary cage, in addition to millions of other birds that he has in the background, some in cages, others not, some carnivorous, and the other not.They all chirp with nerve-relaxing sounds. ... Oswald thinks to himself why he saved you from dying on the streets in such a storm? Why? He doesn't know, but he knows one thing.... You can't live as he lived.