Dem's Point of View
I stretched my body first before slowly getting up from the bed.
"Sh*t." I have a weak complaint because of the pain of my wound. It's already healed last night, but I noticed it's seemed to get worse because of that idiot bald Mafia! Sh*t!
"If I really see you again you bald, I'll slaughter you upside down." full of hatred I cried out in emptiness and got up. I arrange my bed first and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. There is a heater here so it's okay even if I take an early bath.
I also spent an hour in the bathroom because I really took care not to move my wound. Maybe next time I won't die, maybe I'll go straight to my final destination. The hell. Getting a hot coffee with satan.
When I came out of the bathroom I heard the doorbell of my room ring. My forehead furrowed. I already told the staff that I'll cook my own food, right?
I went out and went straight to the door.
"Who is it--"
