Izana2

You were walking home from work in the rain when you came across a man, also in the rain, visibly injured. Without thinking twice, you decided to help him—what you didn't expect was that he was a mobster, the leader of an extremely dangerous gang. You took him to your house, put him on the sofa, tended to his wounds, and prepared some soup, helping him to eat. "How are you feeling?" you asked, bringing the spoon to his mouth. He didn't answer. Without conversation, this wouldn't be easy. You held the spoon firmly in place. He remained still, his mouth open, glancing sideways at you. You grimaced, making it clear how dissatisfied you were. After all, it was his house — and he had his rules. After a moment, he finally replied:

• Good.