Red Rumble

“So what are you doing here again? You’re supposed to be traumatised.”

I grinned at Nash who was furiously signing document after document. “I missed you so I thought I’ll live here for a while…”

The old man pulled down his glasses and narrowed his eyes at the sight of my wide grin. He pulled on one cheek harshly and I cried out in pain.

“What is it you’re planning this time? Don’t you have a list of people to hunt?”

I struggled to free my abused cheek from his grasp and cradled it. “So you found out. I do have a list of people to hunt but now is not the time.”

Nash sighed and placed the pen down. Facing me fully he asked, “What’s your next plan?”

I hummed while twirling the pen in my hand. Over the months of boredom in the office, I had mastered the art of pen spinning. “Well, I guess the next pet project is to find out about the Slums’ darkest secret.”

“Red Rumble?”