Instead, the man leaned back, rubbing his forehead. He once was a criminal, under much less pain than she was, but he still hated the cold cell he was placed in. Wiping the sweat off his hand on his shorts, he spoke again. "You said you don't blame the man. Who was he?" Dale was keen to get information. Mostly so if he encountered the torturer, he wouldn't get tortured himself. That said, he was also curious. It seemed the criminal statement went by undetected. Perhaps he was biding time until he knew what he wanted. "And why?"

[i]She took the paper back, and hesitated for a moment, before swallowing and deciding to continue her honesty. After a few moments of writing, again she turned the paper to him.[/i] [b]I used to be an assassin. I was part of an ancient organization, I had been brought into it by the man who led it. He saw promise in me, he said. He raised me to use my body to manipulate people, seduce for information and kill. I liked it for a while. Before this, I was assigned to demoralize the man who did this to me to keep him from respecting the regulations of his government. I was to aid in the kidnapping of his daughter and her sale into prostitution. I did, and I[/b] [i]She stopped writing, and slid the paper over. Admitting to acts as such were not easy, and she wasn’t exactly in the position to want to be dead, or thrown out onto the streets again.[/i]

The large man simply stated at the paper. He wasn't keeping a criminal with him, he was keeping a monster. Unlike the deep voice before, it came out as a small whisper, as if he was deciding his position in his head. "You..." His right hand was under the table, to hide the clenched fist shape. The other was calm, but placed on his lap. "[i]Liked[/i] it?" Memories of his crime flooded him, which he quickly calmed, but not before Dale saw the man's face, caved in, dripping in blood. "Do you realize the weight you are carrying? For all I know, you could just be trying to get on my side, then stab me for my money, take my wife and leave... But I'll give this a chance. Obviously, you're not in the position to be killing. Three days, you can rest, maybe find a job, get back on your feet. After that... You should leave."

[i]She nodded, and after a moment of looking away from the man before her, she took her paper back and wrote once more.[/i] [b]I can’t hurt you... not after this kindness, not after your wife’s kindness. I have nothing and no one here.[/b] [i]She wrote nothing more, knowing that this was probably a little better than she expected. Nonetheless, she was still afraid, not wanting to be cast out so quickly and found to be alive by anyone who knew Inferno.[/i]

"Then we understand. You look like you want to change, and your honesty helps, but I can't be too safe. Not here, in a world of killers and demons." He got up, pushing the last of his drink and pancakes down his throat and wiping his mouth with a sigh. "Maybe in a few weeks I'll check back, give me a progress report or something."

[i]She nodded, understanding his point. She could not fault him for cautiousness. Nonetheless, this meant she had to get out and go find a way to get some money, some gear, and something to defend herself. If the men who betrayed her knew she was there, she knew they would be after her.[/i]

"Until then, you can come here for a few meals, but not a place to sleep. I'll break the news to my wife after you go." He stuck out the abnormally large hand, the other placed in his pocket. "Deal?"

[i]She nodded and offered her own hand. This was better than nothing, but now she was out a place to lay low. Now she was generally back to square one. So much for getting anywhere...[/i]

[spoiler]End?[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Yeah if that’s ok [/spoiler]

[spoiler]No Problem. Does this mean I can't do the plot lmao[/spoiler]