98 Catching the goldfish

Music Recommendation: Look at this - Marc Streitenfeld [Slight trigger warning]

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Previous night…

Griffin stood in a room that was mostly dark except for the light that came from the fireplace. The warm fiery orangish-red glow touched the room's floor as well as the person who sat in front of the fireplace on a plush chair. 

"Evans told me what you have been doing," said Luciano, sitting with his legs crossed on one over the other and his hands interlinking together. "It's purely disappointing, but more than that pathetic to find out that you have been doing nothing but wasting your time. Not one remarkable thing since you have been up from your casket."

"Elder Luciano, I—"