Cassel — POV
"From today onward, we'll form a small team and leave the base to search for supplies and take on missions to pay the rent. The food we currently have won't last more than two weeks."
My voice echoed softly through the living room,
"But Boss… what about those men from earlier?" Frederick asked anxiously.
His voice wavered slightly—barely noticeable to anyone else. Frederick stood near the doorway, his hands lightly clenched, as if he feared those men might burst back in at any moment. His earth-worn skin and broad shoulders never quite matched the fragile concern in his eyes. Despite his strength, he worried too easily… especially when it involved threats he couldn't punch his way through.
"Don't worry about them," I replied, though the cold edge in my tone wasn't for comfort—it was for control. "What you should worry about is how you behave outside. Don't go around showing off your powers or unleashing everything you've got."
