All of these questions merely made Wallace smile more. He watched Sigal lock the door and chuckled, not feeling threatened in the slightest.
“I was curious as to what the source of the blood smell I caught was.” replied the salt and pepper haired man as he took a couple steps sideways, that creepy smile still on his face.
He noticed Sigal’s eyes looking at the blood splatter on his shirt. “I did this myself. Well, I kept them like this since I received them.”
Wallace’s green eyes gleamed as he hooked a finger in his tattered shirt collar. “And revenge? Hah, I only kill those I am told you by my boss. I don’t have any reason to harm you.”
Those were some extreme masochistic tendencies. “Well, if you happen to collapse because of the wounds, I’ll just let you know that you’ll be going straight out of the window. I don’t like keeping trash here.”
So this person was a killer like himself. If they had to fight then, he’d possibly prove to be a challenge. Not good, “And...what do you want of me now that you’ve found me? I am the source, naturally.”
Saying all of that, Sigal managed to keep his expression natural, as he was going around his usual routine, barely registering Wallace’s presence by anything but his speech.











