Somewhere in Italy… inside an underground facility belonging to the night market…
An old but sly-looking old man strapped two white gloves on his hands.
His white mustache and grey hair were almost in tone with the color of his gloves, and his white shirt under his black elegant jacket.
He was the ideal description of a butler.
"What has happened in these few days I haven't seen you... For him to end up like this"
The butler gazed upon Hans' body with somewhat dissatisfied eyes, and the young woman beside him didn't stop him, she just kept her empty eyes gazing in the distance as she laid her hands on her biceps, which were leaning on a white desk.
"Come on, don't be like that"
Emma said a few seconds later, her gaze still distant.
Turning his back on her, the old man fixed his glasses a little higher on his nose bridge and faced Hans, who was lying on a medical bed with a hole in his torso.
