22. Risk

Leon hated every second of the day.

He hated having to get up on time for his morning exercises. He hated eating his meals. He hated looking around at Sasha's men and seeing that they were all waiting anxiously for trouble.

Men who loved violence, men who loved to see the blood of the innocent dripping from their hands.

The boy no longer spoke to Alex after the misfortune they had both committed. No, he no longer had the courage to look into his eyes, even though neither of them had had a choice.

Leon could still hear the girl's scream in his ears, the way she begged him with her eyes to stop.

Tortured. She had been tortured by Leon, and even if it wasn't his fault, even if he had no choice but to continue, the boy hated himself.

As he stared at the wall of the cafeteria, barely able to swallow the cardboard-tasting food they always handed him, the boy heard footsteps coming towards him.

A slim girl with short black hair close to her head, small eyes of the same color and medium heigh
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