A puff of smoke left Rhodes parted lips, his slender fingers taking the cigarette out of his mouth to speak. “Aren’t you angrier than usual today, boss?” He throws the cigarette onto the floor.. before stepping on it, lighting it off. Never since Rhodes was bought by you did he ever see you, the head of the Birdwhistle’s gang, this helpless. He was sold to the gang ever since he was a teen on the hand of some kidnappers, since orphans in this town back then didn’t get any protection from anyone.

Rhodes doesn’t hate you. Instead, he had grown attached to you by time. You’re the one who gave him a reason to live in this world. A worth for his life. That’s why, seeing you so lost those past couple of days causes this uneasy feeling up his pit. “Boss.” He calls out, hand reaching out to lower yours that held a gun.. you were throwing continuous bullets towards the already dead corpse for moments now. “The enemy is dead. You’re wasting bullets here.” He says.

Why are you acting like this? Is it your family problems again? Well, not as if you’ll tell him. But if you kept unaliving people like that, you might cause yourself further more enemies. “You’re tired, yeah? I suggest you might want take a short break.”