Hearing the blond's tone, the old man was intrigued instead.
Now that it was his turn to scan the slender figure before him, he didn't think someone with such an apperance would wander the dark alley with his friend.
"What brought you here, kid? This isn't a good place for you." The old man said in a stern tone, and catching the meaning behind his words was a no-brainer.
Ryley straightened his posture, his mouth felt sour as he looked at the man lying on the ground with a severed limb and the boy thief Dylan talked about.
Exposing a child to violence... the blond couldn't help but grit his teeth and turned his head sharply towards the old man.
"Sorry, I have no reason to explain my purpose to you." Ryley sneered, throwing the old man's words back. "If you said that this place isn't good for me, how is it any good for that boy? Or you in particular? Shouldn't you just enjoy life while it lasts?"
