Where should I start the story?
Red Falcon was teary-eyed, pretending to be pathetically pitiful in a way that made one feel sick.
Lorenzo frowned, looking disdainful. If it weren't for the opinions of the neighbors, he would really want to throw Red Falcon out.
Imagining that scene, it looks terrible, but Lorenzo believed he could extract a great deal of joy from it. Unfortunately, he still wanted to stay here a bit longer, so he had to maintain his image.
"They say it's a vacation, but there's still a bunch of stuff to handle. After I spoke with you that day, I was busy at Black Mountain Hospital for a few days before truly vacationing."
Red Falcon sighed deeply.
"After that, I went fishing."
Not surprisingly.
"Hmm, and then?"
It was clear that besides reading novels, Red Falcon's hobby was fishing. Judging by the empty, dirt-stuck rotten leaves, he had caught nothing.
"The dock was destroyed."
"Yeah, I was wondering earlier where you'd go fishing," said Lorenzo.
