Deep Solas

° Deep sat near the boxes as always, looking at his tail with a hint of sadness. Small scars reminded him of his almost successful escape. Father, shot Bridget that day, right in front of him. You did it only to protect him from the threat, so as not to be alone in this small world, not knowing if Deep was alive. It was a little selfish. Now, however, the teenager was dragged along if a similar situation arose, when a client arrived late, and there were no goods left on the tail.

I'm talking to deep because I want to pet him Dip silently gives in.