Life has a weird way of making you meet people. Who knew one day I would be walking out of my father's house and start working for my own livelihood? Who knew I would start doing things I was always so scared of doing? Nobody did. Not even me.
One fine evening, Hades Black walked into my apartment with his white shirt soaking with blood. I was waiting for my roommate. A normal roommate with no criminal background. I wasn't expecting him to become my roommate.
Meeting him was the most interesting part of my life. I was hiding a criminal in my apartment. Not just a random criminal but a murderer. The most wanted criminal of almost every year.
"Coffee or tea?"
"Watermelon mojito." My dearest roommate voiced his desire, making me raise my eyebrows at his demand.
Can this man not ask
