Axel leaned back in the plush leather chair with a disarming smile, legs crossed as though he wasn't surrounded by armed men just minutes ago. He studied the composed yet curious man before him—the so-called boss of the underground base—and said, "Do you really want to hear your life story from a stranger like me?"
He didn't wait for a reply.
"Fine," Axel continued with a casual shrug, his tone detached, almost amused. "Your family... now that's a name that once meant something. A noble literary lineage, respected and admired by generations of scholars. Your parents weren't just teachers—they were revered mentors, the kind who built minds and shaped futures at the educational centre. Some even called your family literary royalty."
The boss's eyes narrowed, but Axel kept going.
