"Okay Raid, listen." Uncle Chadwick gets up from his seat and looks straight at me. "Since you're not planning on going to any Dungeons anytime soon, not to mention you've already killed off two of the most influential members of the Reinhardt Family, it's best you keep a low profile from now on." He then approaches and leans his upper body forward over to me to meet my gaze, eye to eye, and then adds. "For. Real. This. Time."
"... Uhh… r-right… y-yeah…" I stutter.
"He's not kidding."
"Actually, I uh… I just checked out of the Phoenix Hotel, not to long ago. Thought I could crash here for now, if that's possible."
"You wanna live here?" Uncle Chadwick queries. "Hm… my initial plan was to get you sorted in a nice remote safe house, but strategically speaking, it would be better for you if you stayed here full time. Question is, where exactly would you sleep? My office, maybe?" He strokes his bearded chin with a contemplative expression on his face.
