Manipulation and pretence was an art that has been mastered by only a few people. The ones who managed to do it with perfection. The ones who managed to do it like their life depended on it. for Gregory, it was now part of himself. raising and training Ryder in his footsteps was not difficult, what was however more difficult to him was lying to the young man day in,day night. as he stood at the corner of that dungeon, his hands emerged in his pocket and comfortably as he fought against the cold breeze of the metallic walls, he stared at the Witch who sat on the metal chair tied up like a piece of cargo.
'' did they buy it ?'' the witch as in a serious monotone.
