Ruin has asked me to be his apprentice, and although I’d love to, I must initially decline and explain my reasons. After I’ve told him my reasons, Ruin accepted Lucas’s challenge because I can’t simply choose one over the other, given the debt of gratitude I owe to Lucas.
I am in Mico’s bedroom, seated on the sofa next to Lucas, eagerly awaiting the clock to strike six. The door opens, and Mico enters, carrying a tray of bread and orange juice, placing it on the table before us.
“Shall we have some snacks while waiting for him?” Mico suggests, then comfortably settles into the sofa in front of us.
They start eating, but I remain in my seat. Lucas casts a sidelong glance at me and then playfully tosses his bread to me, which I smoothly catch. I savor the warm, freshly baked bread, its cr
