Adlen has seen many bastards not worthy of his time before. Since he live in the lowest of all the lowest, he often sees the different expression of desperation in people when they have nothing to lose anymore. And nothing is more scarier than those people who had nothing to lose in the first place.
Because in, what Adlen knew, Humans are monsters. Some were just tamed.
Right now, inside a secured room where no one can interrupt, Adlen looked at Thomas with a disgusted expression. He pursed his lips several times, looking at Thomas' face. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but his face looked a bit more swollen than usual. His nose was crooked. Thomas tried to wipe away the blood, but it ended up smearing all over his face. He looks hideous now.
He was given a chair for him to sit on, but now, he was begging on his knees as his hands were clasped as though he was praying for a miracle. "Money! Money! Please!"
