Bounty hunters? No… Maybe reckless amateurs looking to test themselves against the Zoldycks? Or fools hoping to catch a glimpse of the estate? He smirked slightly. Who am I kidding? With a car like that, they’re definitely up to no good.


    today’s tour guide—took charge.


    Zebro sat comfortably, enjoying his midday tea. A window faced outward, giving him a clear view of the road leading up to the estate.


    Here we go again.


    Screech!


    There goes my poor door again.


    Hehe, Miké, you’d better thank me. I’m about to serve you a feast.


    hand grenade, rolling it casually in his palm.


    Smart enough to recognize the trap, but foolish enough to think they can outmaneuver it.


    call