The estate was truly massive. Towering ceilings, copious waterworks, the walls decorated with marble and gold. Yet despite being so vast, it felt so familiar, like home. Even as I was led through the halls by my accountant, Jenson, I couldn't help but think that I wanted a place like this for my own one day.

 

After many twists and turns, we arrived in a viewing room, with walls surrounded by glass. In the center was a decrepit old man: Borsolino, I think he was called. His wizened face seemed gruff and uncompromising. His dead eyes and seemingly permanent scowl made me thankful to have Jenson in my employ. If I had to deal with such a man, I would probably be wimpering in fright.

 

Our eyes met, and I felt the corner of my lips stretch on either side of my face. Those cold soul-less eyes were something that I had seen many a time before, and while the first time had me pissing my pants, all that was left was a subtle amusement.

 

One minute past, then two. There was dead silence save for the ticking of the man's luxury watch...which was rather nice, now that I noticed it. But still I didn't break eye contact. Because I knew, eventually it would come. That glimmer of light that would appear in those tired, worn down eyes.

 

The old man grunted and flinched, unable to wait any longer. His raspy voice was solemn as he gestured towards the show window towards hundreds of bound individuals with their limbs restrained and with bags over their heads.

 

"You may start..."

"Of course. But as agreed upon, we cannot guarantee the cure will affect the target, and we do have a set price per individual, so are you sure...."

Jenson that lovable bastard. He trailed off and looked expectantly at that old man. I wasn't sure if I could be so heartless myself. I should really consider giving him a bonus this year.

 

The old man sighed and looked towards the other room, where a young girl was breathing weakly atop a simple bed. Her hand cupped by an older woman who looked similar to herself. Perhaps if I looked closely, I would see that she shared some similar facial features to the old man before me, who sighed and nodded.

 

"Whatever it takes."

 

My jaw started to hurt as I prepared my tools. Maybe 'one day' was coming sooner than I thought.

(Haven't written anything in a long time. Did a quick one , and hope its ok)