The steel shackles of complete compliance, part 3
Shin wasn't experienced in managing subordinates and their needs like this. Origamis were very self-sufficient—all he needed was to provide them with enough food and a place to make their nests in. Firewall was barely sentient and needed only energy.
But believed that logic will carry him through this, like it usually did.
The group of five humans and five demons settled in an abandoned lounge in the factory—not the one that was destroyed by a shower of blood. This one was smaller, and didn't have a microwave or a fridge like the other one—though they weren't working without power, anyway.
The couch there was too small for four people, too, and a leather lounge chair was the only other seat. In the end, Shin sat on it, with his hands folded relaxedly on his knees, like on a throne. Tetsu sprawled herself over the armrest and the back of the chair, watching the Contracted people like a hawk.