"I didn't think that you would live in a place like this, Paul," Dean commented, raising one brow.
"Haha, I don't live here, Dean. I don't have a house, actually. Just like you, I am a wanderer."
Dean narrowed his eyes at him, not letting a part of his statement slip.
"Just like me, huh? You seem to know a lot about me, Paul. Like, for you to send someone to take information from me, you would need to know about my position at the Black Market. Also, there is the fact that you knew where to find me, and my nickname at the organization. These, and some other things, are information that you could only get after stalking me for a while. Are you obsessed or something?"
Paul giggled upon hearing his mockery. He wasn't stressed by that at all. In truth, he was acting like he was seeing an old friend.
