White smoke billowed from the classic cigar spray on the mafia lips. In the cold air of the dark night, he stood on the balcony with a wandering mind. Ever since Nick had told him it was possible to prevent Allen's memory, Luken couldn't say anything.
Luken was confused to himself.
Why didn't he want Allen's memory back? Was it due to the fact that he was afraid that they would become enemies?
There was a knock on his bedroom door, Luken ignored the sound for a while until the door finally opened. When he turned his head, Allen was there with his face down.
"Mr. Luken ..."
Luken stared at him for a moment. The movement of his hands stopped, then he grinded the cigarette in the ashtray until there was no smoke left. "You can't sleep?"
Slowly, Allen's footsteps drew closer. "I want to
