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Nevertheless, the knocking on the door continued again. Three times, as always. A rough male voice could be heard at the other side. Rufus, the man that currently has a speck of a lead for more answers, is currently standing up from his depressing room and walking to open the door. Sulking.
He’s not really that bad of a man, you think. This pains him, its obvious by the way he walks in a half-assed manner, looking at the ground, waiting to be stopped.
And indeed, stopped he was. By your arm. Even as he towered over you by at least one and a half heads, he was still a civilian (Most likely), and far away from his prime days.
Honest people should not feel this way.
You grabbed the handle of the door, sliding it to the side with such force that it almost slammed. On the other side was a group of seven… bandits? Thugs? Mafiosos? Yeah, lets go with a mafia. They all had well made clothes, suits, shirts, and they weren’t exactly dirty. Not your ordinary lowlifes.
The man in front of you recoiled in surprise, almost stumbling back yet still on his feet. He looked at you with a quickly changing expression. Surprise, rage, they were all there. You even felt a tiny bit of amusement due to this. Were you smirking? Hard to tell.
“W-who the hell are you? Where’s Rufus?” the man said, moving closer to you furiously. He had the same tuxedo as the others, a black short hat, beard and orange sunglasses. Any more clenching from his teeth and they would break, you’re sure of that.
“He’s currently not available. Now its my turn to ask something. Why the hell were you all following us?” You answered back with the same anger on your tone of voice. You weren’t sure, but people that usually tailed you almost never had good intentions.
“And why the hell do you care, kid?! You’re absolutely in no position to ask anything OR make demands. Now piss off somewhere else before we…” he continued. You quickly interrupted him, matching his violent tone of voice with yours, feeling the handle of your two swords near your hip.
“Before you what?! Go on, tell me! Push me, I dare you!” you leaned forward, almost as the same time as them. A few clocks of guns could be heard from the people at the back of this. The man in front of you, instead of backing down, decide to move closer to you, inches away from your forehead.
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