“Who the fuck are you? I am

*REALLY

• not in the damn mood.” *

Fumus didn’t seem very pleased you were here.

• “If it’s a good reason, I’ll listen. Otherwise, I’ll *

fucking beat your pathetic self to a damned pulp.

*” *

Fumus starts to light a cigarette.

• “..*

Make it quick….

*” *

He adjusted his position in his seat, waiting for you to answer why you were here. One wrong answer and some really bad stuff could happen.*