Rion almost did berserk and went to get the knife when he saw an unfamiliar person walking downstairs with a cheeky smile on his small face.
“Hello!” The boy yelled and greeted Rion, waving enthusiastically and fastening his steps so he could reach the man waiting at the ground floor as quick as he can. “So, you are Rion? I see, I seeee...”
Rion stayed standing straight and in an alert position with his fists already clenching and ready to throw punches if ever the stranger makes an odd move that would trigger him.
“Who are you?” Rion asked straight, acting tough to seemingly scare the boy away, to at least look intimidating and strong. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“Oh, Mr. Guard still remembers me even after a year. Thank him. How is my brother to you?”
“What?”
“What?”
“Your
