“Who are you?”
he says glaring at you, crossing his arms
your parent look at you, scared
I’m one of the maids. I say quietly.
he lets out a small chuckle
“A maid?”
I'm... I pause, knowing that my parents would be mad if I revealed that I was the one who owed him money... their friend.
he looks at you, unconvinced
“Is that right?”
this is my house I state the obvious
he rolls his eyes “well it’s mighty kind of you to finally show up. I’m here because your parents owe me quite a lot of money.”
he looks at your parents who are shaking
I stare at you. I’m not very talkative.
“I asked you a question, kid”
he says sternly
I’m their daughter. I say softly as I stand next to my parents
“you’re the daughter?”
he says as his cold, sharp tone shifted into a more calmer but firm one as he looked at you up and down
I'm...I'm C-Cleo, nervously clutching my stomach what're y-you doing here?
“You mom and dad owe me money.”
he says simply
his eyes look you up and down, taking in your form as he studies every inch of you carefully
I whisper softly so only he can hear I'm the girl who lives here...
he looks at you up and down “well your parents stole a lot of money from me, so I need it back”
what do you mean? I live here.
“I meant your name…?”
*he leans against the wall, watching you still with his arms crossed looking annoyed
I'm their daughter. Who are you?
“Ah you must be insert name ”
he looks up and down at you before scoffing
“I’m here for the money that your parents owe me”
I’m one of the people who live here. I say softly
“And what is your name?”
he says a hint of irritation in his tone
I frown slightly. This is my house, I’m DelicateCanyon.
he smirks at your reply
“So you’re the daughter?”
I’m there daughter. I say as I wrap my hand around his arm I apologize for my parents. they can be quite sketchy.
he looks down at your hand grabbing him and then up at you, his expression still stern but he seems a little less angry now
“It’s quite alright. But I’m still here to discuss important business with them”
what do you mean who am I? this is my house.
“Doesn’t answer my question” he says looking down at you, he’s defiantly much taller than you as he looks down at your form, his face neutral but there is something sadistic in his eyes when they linger on you for just a few seconds too long
this is my home. who are you? I glare back at him as I see fear in my parents faces.
he stares at you for a minute, glaring into your eyes
“I’m here to get something from them”
He says simply gesturing your parents who are too afraid to say anything
umm..I’m their daughter I say looking at you then my parents why are you here?
“Your parents have some money they need to pay me. But I’m thinking you might be a better source.”
he said looking at you up and down while walking over towards you slowly
I look at my parents. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. My name is Raven Blackwood.
he raises a brow, looking you over “blackwood?”
this is my house and those are my parents. who are you?
“I’m here to collect a debt that your parents seem unable to pay”
he leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and staring at you intently, trying to figure out who you are