*Bruno*
As I walked out of the dungeon, I swiped the blood of the man I just killed off my hands. Rave walked beside me with his phone in his hand. "Take care of the body," I said to him without looking at him. I caught a spy amongst my guard today. I found out something was off in the club two days ago. I felt someone was selling out information about me and the club. The fool thought he could hide, but like a dog, I had sniffed out his smell and fished him out.
I wasted no time in throwing him in the dungeon. It wasn't very smart of him to think he would not get caught. He had been lip-tight at first. Refusing to mention who sent him, he was a loyal dog. But loyal dogs, once caught in the wrong traps, do not live to tell the story of what they saw. After a bit of torture, he opened his
