An old-looking couple crying on the floor in front of me, begging me for mercy, tch, sigh, I should have left it for the useless loan sharks I hate it when people get all emotional like that.

"Please Sir Derek we beg you we don't have the money please we" the woman said as she slowly crawled to my feet trying to hug my leg. I also hate it when people can't respect my personal space, fucking old lady just go die, I kicked her in the stomach before she could say another useless word.

I looked around the small room, nothing, there is nothing in here, nothing of a value to me, why would you borrow what you can't return? I can't understand people like them.

I sigh and keep my frustration to myself trying to keep the cool calm expression on my face as I notice that small broken frame on the floor.

"Jake hand it over to me" he quickly lifted it and placed it in my palm keeping a calm expression, I guess he is used to it by now, at the beginning he wouldn’t stop nagging at how cold and inhuman I am… well I'm not a human from the first place so why do I need to act like one?

I looked at the frame and smirked - bingo.

If you like the story please don't forget to give it a like, have a nice day.