ALEXIO'S POV 

I sat down in my small, dingy apartment, staring at the paper bearing the address that Alpha Bestian had given me. I couldn't help but feel contempt and annoyance as I gazed at the scribbled words. Who did Bestian think he was, anyway? Did he really think that I, Alexio, would be grateful for his charity?

I crumpled the paper in my hand, feeling a surge of anger and resentment. Why was Bestian doing this? Did he think that I was some kind of pathetic, helpless creature who needed his assistance? Newsflash, Bestian: I was a powerful, wicked man, and I didn't need anyone's help.

But as I...