Meanwhile, Rafael glanced at the man seated beside him with his eyes closed. He was now so used to his cold aura.

"You're not going to see her? I mean, Mr. King's mother?" he asked.

"I'm not going to meet her."

"Why not?" Rafael asked, curious.

"Can you keep your mouth shut? I'm trying to meditate here."

"Says the man who used me. I'm still mad at you, you know... But weirdly, I'm glad you found me," Rafael mumbled. "So what are you going to do with me?"

"Your choice. Either you stay and get the hell out of my way, or you come with me and become like me,"...