Cain slowly walked into the abandoned garden. The man wore a mask that covered his whole face with a suit. Behind the suit, there were all kinds of weapons and disguise for him to kill a person easily.
There were no sounds of his footsteps stepping on the ground as he made his way out of the roots and the untreated flowers in the dull-looking garden.
The head of the Vergessene family finally arrived in the middle of the garden, staring at the achingly familiar red hair who was sitting on one of the benches, crushing the lavender in his hand.
"I think we both know the reason why we're here." Alfred began, slowly diverting his hazel eyes to the hitman as he let the lavender fall from his hand.
"I'm sure you don't want to see my face right now, and so do I." The president began to stand, facing his former best friend with two unfriendly eyes.
In a blink of an eye, a gun was aimed at Cain by Alfred as the red hair dangerously stared at him. "Where did you keep her?"