"A gift from an old friend?" Ryder muttered in confusion. What did Janus mean?
"Which friend? Are you talking about yourself? Don't joke around. This tattoo looks strange on my hand. I look like a gangster. Remove it right now," he said straight away.
"I am asking you! If it's not you, tell me who did it so I can beat the crap out of him for making this!" Ryder replied in annoyance.
He wished to get it removed from his hand as fast as he could.
Janus stopped replying to Ryder at this point. Ryder kept asking again and again, but Janus didn't say anything.
"Fine. Don't answer. Keep your mouth shut and ignore me. Just remember, I'll ignore you too one day," he let out as he rolled his eyes before he stepped out of the bathroom.
He gazed at his hand one last time before he wore a full sleeves t-shirt and covered his forearm.
