"Hey." Yohan tapped Roman's cheek lightly, but there was no response. He sighed, then delivered a sharp slap across his face.
"Wake up!"
Roman's eyes fluttered open, dazed, as if waking from a nightmare. When he finally focused and saw Yohan towering over him, realization hit — this wasn't a dream.
"W-what do you still want?" he groaned.
"Answers." Yohan's tone was cold and steady. "What was that cake you ate?"
"You mean the buff cake?" Roman sneered weakly. "Why should I tell you?"
"Are you gangsters all dumb, or do you just enjoy pain?" Yohan sighed, glancing over Roman's bruised frame. He was trying to decide which part of the body to start with.
'It's like an unskippable ad full of crying and screaming' he thought.
He was just about to begin when Roman's gaze darted toward the safe.
"My money?!"
He scrambled up and crawled to it, staring into the hollow metal box.
"Where did all my money go?" His voice cracked, eyes watering as he turned back to Yohan.
