Mr. Red's Minor
The dimly lit room was filled with an air of tension as Mr. Red, sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on his loyal subordinate, Andrew. The sound of rain pattered against the windows, creating an ominous atmosphere.
"How is it?" Mr. Red asked, his voice low and menacing. "Any news from Mk's side?"
Andrew nodded, his expression grim. "Yes, boss. He has been sentenced to life imprisonment. He couldn't get himself out."
Mr. Red's face twisted into a scowl. "We are next, Andrew. We are the last meal. Mk said this before, but we don't believe him. It has been Mosquito all those times. We need to do something."
Mr. Red's eyes widened, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'm her worst enemy. Where is she now?"
"She is at the hospital, boss," Andrew replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mr. Red's eyes narrowed. "What of Greg?"
"He's always with her, boss," Andrew said, his tone cautious.