Finding Leo
Leo was still on the verge of finding himself after one drunken night. He flunked down at the master's bed without Zella to warm her. Leo hugged the emptiness with his hollow hands, and opened up, staring at the wall completely lost.
His head ached, but there's one thing he had to do now—it is to kill the protesters that needs to die today. Leo's last night's momentum lost all of its essence and his moves unfolded to a careless act. Nothing can change his mind, and it's going south every second that pass.
Leo stood up from the bed, sighing, turning to his wrist watch that reeked of alcohol. He must have vomited in the sink up all night, poisoning himself, shifting back to the drunkard mess he once been when the first day he became a Cassano.
Leo's becoming unafraid of retardation and he's been on the run forever.
It's time to prove that he's a murderous man who doesn't have a second to hesitate.