In a well-lit bedroom, a man fell back on the bed. Alone.
"Ha, ha, ha… Just you wait, you infant cur. Now I get to make double while taking you out of the picture."
The man sat up on the bed's edge while removing his blue cap. He ran his fingers through this short and messy red hair.
"I'd have preferred to end you myself. But I suppose it'll be enough to get you enslaved. Then you'll have a proper leash for the bastard mutt you are," the slim man chuckled to himself. "Tonight, I take care of you. And tomorrow, I take care of your pathetic excuses for brothers."
He removed his leather jacket as he entered the master closet. It was the only thing hung up in that private display room.
Next, the man kicked off his sturdy sneakers and walked to see his reflection in the bathroom.
