In Chiara's head, a picture of Jude beating up Damiano was drawn.
Just what kind of courage did that man have to decide to come to the government shelter?
...
"Let me tell you once more in case you forget. Never. Use. Violence."
"Okay."
Jude replied roughly and opened the door. Inside the room, the President was sitting across from a man and a woman.
The man, Damiano, was so thin that even an anchovy would call him brother. His thick clothes could not hide his neck and cheekbones.
Is he wearing sunglasses to hide his expression?
All in all, he was uselessly flashy.
The woman sitting next to him looked better than Damiano. She wore black body armor and had a well-groomed bob cut. Her eyes, looking at Jude, made him feel she was a stubborn kind of woman. No matter how he looked at it, she was not under any brainwashing.
As Jude stood still at the door, the President opened his mouth. "Sit down. There are people who want to join our shelter. I want you to talk to them too."
