~Twenty-Second Act~
I consider myself a patient man. A man with a great deal of understanding.
But this... this I don't understand.
I know what this place is like; I know there are people here knee-deep in back-hand doings and criminal proceedings, so I know that one of you can explain what the fuck has just happened to me.
Tell me why there were half a dozen men with guns waiting for us in my house when we came home from the first half of our vacation? Why did they open fire as soon as we stepped in? Why did they shoot my unarmed son and put him in hospital?! Why were we targeted?! We haven't done anything to anyone in this godforsaken town and even if I did do something, to shoot my son...!
I'm beyond infuriated! Whoever sent those thugs to my door will feel my unhinged fury, I promise you! Someone here knows the reason they came, I know they do, and I would rather they came forward right now than have me hunt them down. Because I will hunt you down. I will find you.
Right now, I am in the hospital, waiting to hear how the surgery to remove the bullets lodged in my son's abdomen went. Violet was, thankfully, unharmed, though myself and Fran both received minor injuries while trying to fight the intruders off. But we don't matter. All that matters is Albanion.
Someone explain this to me...
But this... this I don't understand.
I know what this place is like; I know there are people here knee-deep in back-hand doings and criminal proceedings, so I know that one of you can explain what the fuck has just happened to me.
Tell me why there were half a dozen men with guns waiting for us in my house when we came home from the first half of our vacation? Why did they open fire as soon as we stepped in? Why did they shoot my unarmed son and put him in hospital?! Why were we targeted?! We haven't done anything to anyone in this godforsaken town and even if I did do something, to shoot my son...!
I'm beyond infuriated! Whoever sent those thugs to my door will feel my unhinged fury, I promise you! Someone here knows the reason they came, I know they do, and I would rather they came forward right now than have me hunt them down. Because I will hunt you down. I will find you.
Right now, I am in the hospital, waiting to hear how the surgery to remove the bullets lodged in my son's abdomen went. Violet was, thankfully, unharmed, though myself and Fran both received minor injuries while trying to fight the intruders off. But we don't matter. All that matters is Albanion.
Someone explain this to me...