Boy Of The West

Hawke wasn't that good at his job of convincing people to see him for who he really was, with no visible physical features, he didn't even have anything to back up his lies. It was like lying through teeth. But there was nothing he could do but keep working hard, so he didn't hesitate to slip out from the table and leave, leaving his food untouched. He will eat after this meeting is over. After all, the sooner he finds what they were looking for, the sooner he will return home to his father. The room he entered was a very large, very luxurious office that looked simple as Hawke expected. The floor was richly carpeted, and every square inch of the walls was lined with intricate furniture. On one of the walls hung a large picture depicting what looked like a small mountain range from which snow was falling. The door clicked shut behind him and Houka glanced around the room quickly before focusing his attention on the person sitting across from him." I'm glad you called," said the man sitting across from him. His voice sounded deeper than any other person Houka had ever met. "You have no idea how many times I've already called here only to be told they can't find you." "Why couldn't I tell them they couldn't find me?" Hawke protested with a raised eyebrow. His lips curled into an indifferent line. "You know where I live." "I know. But I also know why. You are very careful. They have no idea who you are, and if they knew where you live, it would make their task much more difficult." "Then why don't they try harder?" "We're not currently working with anyone. It's because we want a new player to join us." "What about my friend?" Huka asked, tilting his head slightly, "His name is Yusuke Sakurai. The leader of a small group of thieves that operates under the name "Black Dragon," Yusuke Sakurai abruptly stood up and grabbed his hand. "Yusuke!" the man shouted. Houka's head tilted back to look at the man next to Yusuke. Yusuke was pulling something out of his coat pocket - a knife, in his hands it looked sharp and dangerous. Houka instinctively made another a step away from him, but Yusuke pushed him into the wall again. Yusuke stepped closer to him. A smirk appeared on Yusuke's face. He brought the knife to Houki's throat: - Well, well, well ... - Yusuke whispered in his ear. "I did not see you many years, and now you're here. I wonder if you remember me, since we've never really talked before." "Yusuke," Yusuke's father warned. "Give him some space. I don't want you to cause irreparable damage." Yuusuke looked at him with hatred. "I thought you would never ask." Yuusuke stuck the tip of the knife between his ribs, narrowly missing the heart. Houka whimpered and tried to calm down, but it was useless. Blood of Sochi