A few days ago.
"Let go of me! Let go of me!" Rasso yelled, struggling as he was pinned down by his teammates.
"Calm down, Rasso!" Ken yelled as he held the man's arm. "Going there now would not help your son!"
"But what could they be making him do while I rest here?!" He roared. His worries were completely valid, but going berserk now would only endanger everyone!
Rasso did not seem to care at this point, his mind triggered by the sight of his son's poor state. "LET GO OF ME—" he yelled and the wildness made the others have to let go.
Realizing he was free, Rasso immediately ran to the door—
BANG!
Rasso was thrown down to the ground. He looked up at the attacker, glaring at him with red eyes. It was Victor, standing tall, with veins showing in anger.
"Are you a fool?!" He exclaimed. "Showing weakness to Fargo would only make him exploit it!"
"You don't have a son! How can you understand me?"
