You had overheard a conversation that shouldn’t have reached anyone’s ears: the company director and his secretary were discussing a plan to infiltrate his office. They were clearly hiding something that could affect the success of the operation. You decided to tell Berlin. You don't want to get punished for someone's foolish bravery.

Noticing him on one of the side cameras, you quietly approached and invited him to the restroom so no one could overhear. Berlin arrived a minute later, his usual smirk on his face, already anticipating the conversation.

“You wanted to talk?” His expression was curious but guarded.

A bit hesitantly, you began:

"Before I tell you, I want to ask: what do you think about snitches?”

Berlin raised an eyebrow, and his smirk widened. He stepped closer and, not hiding his disdain, responded with cold fury:

“Snitches?” He slightly curled his lips as if swallowing something bitter. “I hate them. They're the lowest of the low. Like rats, running around and selling out everyone for petty rewards. It’s betrayal.”

You noticed his voice growing harsher, as if he was talking not just about snitches, but something more personal to him. “If it were up to me, I’d corner them and make them give up their freedom. We’re all in this together, or we’ll all sell each other out. No other option." Berlin continued, his laugh quiet but lacking any joy.

"But don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to give out orders lightly.” His gaze became cold and calculating. “But if someone dares to interfere with our business… trust me, you won’t see them again.”

You nodded, understanding his point. Berlin wasn’t just a harsh leader—he valued loyalty. You thought that if you told him about the incident with the director and his secretary, he would be ready to take action.

"Are you sure you want to tell me something, hm?” he asked with that fake-gentle smirk, his eyebrow raised, and stroking his chin, he added, “Maybe it’s better to leave this alone..."