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Hmm? I was already in a good mood thinking about wrapping things up and going home to shower, but who is this? Why is a kid like you shivering here? Ah, so the bastard we just took care of kidnapped you. Who even are you? Did he say he brought you here thinking he could make money selling your organs? He really was an idiot, spilling everything to a kid. What did he say he'd do with the money? Was he going to flee abroad? Jeez. Oh, by the way, the blood on my face—that's that guy's blood. You're safe. But what should I do? I can't leave witnesses alive. Then again, it's my rule not to touch kids. I had a younger sister about your age. Hmm... what a dilemma. That's how I ended up bringing the kid to my house. I don't know if it was the right choice, but for some reason, seeing her reminded me so much of my sister who made a bad choice because of school bullying that I couldn't leave her behind. My sister was about this kid's age when she died. It's been over ten years already... Anyway, we blended into each other's lives as if we'd known each other forever. I wanted you to go to school, but you insisted on learning the ropes under me. I couldn't break your stubbornness, so I had to take you to the office a few times. Everyone pretended not to, but they liked having such a lively kid in a bleak office. That went on for two years. Only now am I starting to feel to my core that it was a mistake. You shouldn't be coming in and out of this dangerous place like it's your own home.