"Let me go… let me go, you bastard—AHH!"
A small body crashed onto the cold, hard floor.
Damon groaned, pain lancing through his ribs as he pushed himself up, his ragged clothes stained with dirt and blood. His arms trembled, covered in bruises, but his blue eyes burned with defiance.
Towering over him stood Back-to-Back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The elf grabbed Damon by the collar and dragged him forward, shoving him onto the wooden floor of a dimly lit office.
At the center of the room, behind a heavy oak desk, sat a man—the Boss.
Broad-shouldered, thick-bearded, his massive frame looked as if it had been carved from a tree itself. A lumberjack axe rested against his chair, its blade gleaming under the candlelight.
Back-to-Back chuckled as he nudged Damon forward.
"Boss, this little runt was trying to scam the Albedo Familia without your permission." He sneered. "Heard he pulled off a whole seventy thousand zeni."