Worrisome Guy
"Money becomes a form of power, and it's more insidious than a sword at the throat. Everyone has their price."
As Lucavion spoke about money's power to influence, Valeria couldn't help but recall the registration day. She had waited in that endless line, diligently following every rule, only for Lucavion to casually stroll up and cut in front of her without a hint of guilt. She'd been fuming when she realized he'd bribed the officials to jump ahead, and now, a faint smirk tugged at her lips.
'Karma,' she thought, pleased by the thought. 'Serves him right.'
Lucavion glanced at her, picking up on her smug expression. He raised an eyebrow, his smirk sharpening. "Ah, so you think this is my karma, huh?" he asked slyly. "If that's the case, then explain something to me, Valeria: why are you out on the streets with me?"