ʕ•̫•ʔ---Responsibility

Usumgallu sighed, the kind of long-suffering exhale a teacher gives when a student just can't grasp basic math.

"We weren't always separate."

His eyes gleamed with something unreadable—something that hinted at a much bigger story—but before I could press further, he waved a dismissive hand. "But that's a tale for another time, owner. If there's nothing else, you may leave."

Wow. Talk about customer service.

No wonder he rarely had visitors. His attitude was about as welcoming as a 'Closed' sign at peak business hours. How did he even survive in this economy? Actually… maybe that explained why he charged me for everything.

I frowned. The pieces were starting to come together, and honestly? I didn't like the picture it painted.