Subject 0025

Chapter 44: Not Torturing You

“Whose clothes are they?” Blaise asked, a couple of minutes later. He sat at the edge of the bed with one hand holding the gun on his knee.

“Umm… Henry’s,” Ivan answered, standing at the black slide door of the wardrobe which had emerged with a touch.

Antonio stood awkwardly nearby his buddy, groaning, the knife still in his shoulder. Once in a while, both threw the defeated and yet treacherous peeks at him.

“He was almost your underboss once, but dead and gone?”

“Y–yeah.”

Both their faces said silently why he was asking if he already knew, and under the surface was the confusion: how he knew this.

“Who killed them? You?”

They threw out a few names swiftly, even included a few descriptions for their appearances without him asking, such as, ‘you know that one with the birthmark on his neck?’ or ‘the two motherfuckers with the glow tats on their arms,’ and so on. For their own names, he had them introduced earlier.

“Antonio, tell someone, a girl or an AI, to send the first aid kit