Silko

Sitting in his office, the man nervously smoked his cigar, pondering his next steps. The supply of the so-called "drug" was going well. But there was one problem. Sevika, out of breath and angry, came into his office at the crack of dawn, declaring that his daughter had done something wrong again.

• Oh my god... what happened this time? - Rubbing his temple tiredly, Silko just closed his eyes so that at least one day would be without incident.