Predictable

What do I even do with that boy? Aseko thought, leaning back on his chair, the cup of whisky still in his hands as he remembered how he asked him to pour him some more drink. He is going to end up an alcoholic at that age.

Though … I wonder what age he might really be. If what he's saying is true …

Well, I would still treat him like a kid even if he really is about to be thirty. He behaves too much like a kid, I can't treat him like a serious adult.

Letting out a sigh, Aseko placed the whisky glass back down, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to piece together everything he knew so far.

Out of nowhere, this … boy suddenly appeared in front of me, bumping into me, getting his blood everywhere on me. I have honestly killed many more people for lesser reasons than them getting their blood on me.