"Ah… oh… ah… I'm alive? Why?" he mutters, pressing a shaky palm over the bandages on his chest.
"Oh, you're finally awake," Adrian says, glancing over at him. "What's your name?"
"Why would I tell you?" the man replies defensively, narrowing his eyes. He tries to use his telekinesis on the shards from earlier, willing them to move—but they only tremble slightly before falling still. Frustration crosses his face. "Ah, come on, work!"
"Don't do that, you moron," Adrian scolds, smacking him on the back of the head. "You're just gonna rip open the wounds I spent forever patching up. Like, c'mon, man, have a little respect for my work."
The man clenches his jaw, going quiet. His glare sharpens, filled with barely contained anger as he stares at Adrian.
"Now then, your name and which assassin group are you from?" Adrian asks, leaning back with a casual smirk.
"My name is 15… and I'm from the Shine Group," the man says in a defeated tone, his gaze fixed on the floor.
"15? Hahahaha, seriously? What kind of name is that? Are you trying to be some edgy assassin by having a number for a name?" Adrian bursts out laughing, clutching his sides.
"It is my real name, asshole," 15 snaps, glaring at him.
Adrian's grin doesn't fade as he tilts his head. "Hm, weird… where's that lunatic personality you had earlier?"
15's eyes flicker away. "That… it's only when I kill. The smell of blood makes me act different," he admits, his voice quieter, almost ashamed.
"Ohhh, so you're—ah, what's that mental issue called again? Split personality or something?" Adrian mutters to himself, scratching his head.
"It's not like that," 15 says, looking at Adrian. He hesitates before sighing. "Okay… maybe it is, but still, it's different. It only happens when I smell blood. Also, since you got so worked up over my name—what's yours?"
"It's Adrian. I mean, you could've just checked with the guy you killed," Adrian says, gesturing toward the dead bartender. "Oh well, I guess you didn't know I was here anyway, so you had no reason to." He shrugs, muttering to himself before turning back to 15. "Why did you kill him, anyway?"
"He kidnaps the people who stay at this inn and sells their organs on the black market. He killed over fifty people on his own, and I was given the task to take him out," 15 explains matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Huh." Adrian crosses his arms. "Wait—then why did he say there was only one room left if he kills everyone who checks in?"
"How should I know? I was just sent to kill him," 15 says, looking just as confused.
"C'mon you're young you should be more curious oh and why did you even join an assassin group in the first place" Adrian asks curiously while Taking a swig of whiskey
"Cant you tone it down with that in our fight you drank a whole bottle a normal person would be dead by now" 15 says A bit discusted
"Why would I die from just a bottle? One bottle is only gonna get me half buzzed," Adrian says, laughing as he takes another swig.
"That's... not normal. Like, at all," 15 says, looking genuinely surprised.
"Well, anyway, let's make a deal. I don't tell anyone I saw you, and you don't tell anyone you saw me," Adrian says, leaning back with a lazy grin.
"I don't have a reason to say no… but seriously, how in hell can you drink so much?" 15 asks, still baffled.
"Ah, my teacher was an annoying woman," Adrian says with a sigh. "Her training was brutal—first, body strengthening, then mental strengthening, which ended up giving me this insane alcohol tolerance, and finally, mana strengthening." He shrugs. "By the end of it, drinking was the least of my worries."
Just as 15 was about to ask something, Adrian walked upstairs to the room he had paid for, making sure to take his coat this time.
"Hey, asshole, where are you going?" 15 yelled after him.
"I'm going to sleep. It's late, and I have places to be," Adrian replied, stopping on the fifth step to answer.
"Well, can you at least carry me to a room? I'm not sleeping on the floor with rats," 15 said, glancing around warily.
"You tried to kill me, so think of this as your punishment," Adrian said in a mocking tone. "Ah, but don't worry—I'll make sure you get back to your assassin friends." With that, Adrian continued up the stairs, entered his room, and collapsed onto the bed, tired and slightly drunk.