In a state of urgency, like it or not, the cornered young man finally opened his mouth.
With a tone of resignation, the young man let out his voice that seemed to tremble slightly.
"I ...- I don't really know him, I'm just a victim," said the young man with difficulty.
Bugh
Alex slammed the young man's body less and less, getting closer to the wall in the corner of the alley.
"Tch the victim you said! Then what do you mean to order one of the property staff to exchange the gun with the real one ?!" shouted Alex angrily at the young man.
Instantly the young man's body was getting limp.
Indeed, he did not fully recognize Alex, who now managed to corner him, even he had not even managed to see Alex's face.
"Who are you ?!" said the young man trying to be brave by yelling at Alex.
"Luke Aditama ... an artist manager, named Marvin whose childhood had lived in an orphanage where—"
