"I'm glad to see you doing better after my nephew massacred your family."
Primo instantly froze the second that sentence caressed his ears. His eyes slowly dilated, staring at the old man sneering at him. The man was too old to be in this place of chaos. But that smile plastered on his face sent a chill down Primo's spine.
Primo knew this particular look and the distinct sensation enveloping him under the old man's gaze. Many years ago, he felt this exact same feeling of rage and humiliation under the gaze of a stranger. Although that man — the one who suddenly visited him in the mental facility — wasn't smiling at that time, he gave off the same aura as this man.
"Hah…" A shallow laugh slipped past Primo's lips, running his tongue across his inner cheeks. "You're one of Dimitri's people, huh?"
