PAINFUL DIFFERENTIATION

Raven took a deep breath and leaned back once again. He then moves his fingers to tap the bedsheets next to him.

"An heir huh?" He talks to himself inside his brain, this time. "Seems like, my father is no ordinary man at all. So, what is the real reason of his death? Was it really an accident?"

He looked back at Logan. "Logan, I wanna ask you something."

"Please do ask, young master."

"But first, remove that young master thing everytime you talk to me. I'm uncomfortable with it."

"Then, how do you want me to address you?"

"Just call me, Raven. I'm fine with it."

Logan scratches his cheek and smile after a while. He then pulled the plastic chair next to him and sat there. "I'm fine with it too. If I'm not mistaken, you're 7 years younger than me. Don't worry, I'll protect you like my younger brother, Raven."