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"You look like your father," Was the first thing he said to me. I remembered everything about him. The last time I saw him, I was just a boy. He hadn't hanged much since then. The only thing that changed was his hair. It was starting to grey.
"What was your name again?" He continued to ask me so casually as if he wasn't tied to the chair at all and as if he hadn't done anything wrong. This attitude of his fed my anger. He had been here all this time, pulling the strings.
"Commander Javier Vondark Deviller," I told him grimly. A strange look crossed his face before he gave me a chilling smile and spoke, "Nice to meet you,"
"Don't worry. You wouldn't feel very nice soon after this," I told him darkly. In response, he threw his head back and laughed before looking at his wife who wa
