Alva's first stop was to "harbor" his good colleague, Mr. Joseph.
Joseph was forced out to greet them, his face an assortment of colorful bruises. Beneath his eyes were two dark patches, and his bloodshot eyes were rimmed with red.
"Sorry to bother you so late, Mr. Joseph..." Luca took in Joseph's unusually disheveled state—those reddened, moist eyes, why did they look just like Alva's right now?
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