The question hangs in the air.
Aiden doesn't answer right away. He lowers his chopsticks, his gaze drifting to the cracked walls, the dim lantern light, the three brothers sitting across from him. Right… what was he going to do now that he had this place?
He'd already crossed the line. He had taken a contract. Killed a sect master. And the money from that job alone had been worth more than months of scraping by.
If he was being honest with himself, he didn't hate it.
After a moment, Aiden speaks calmly. "Me? I run an assassin guild."
The chopsticks freeze midair.
"…What?" Reth mutters.
"For now," Aiden continues, unfazed, "I only have two capable people."
The room goes quiet.
Kain's eyes slowly widen as something clicks in his mind. He swallows. "Boss… that assassination. The sect leader who died last night."
Aiden looks at him, expression cool, almost indifferent.
"Yes."
The word is simple. Final.
