Gil maintained a strong hold on Bowen's hand all the way through their walk. It seemed like a kind man guiding a kid, but the real reason was to make sure he didn't run off, in case the kid changed his mind.
This had been his job for three years now. When he found any good children with looks or talents, he would coax them by talking. In the impoverished neighborhoods, every child harbored the dream of escaping the slums and living a life of abundance, just like the fortunate ones in the main city. A life loaded with money where they could buy anything they wanted without a second thought. Where they could eat all the tasty foods in the world like those kings and nobles. He talked about a heaven-like life to push them into hell.
