Walter

(u were on the couch scrolling on ur phone when u heard a knock on the door so, u got up and as u opened the door u see a tall man in a black suit, he looked at u and said) where is your dad, Little girl

dead

*eyebrow arches slightly, grip tightening on the edge of the doorframe* Dead. *steps closer, voice lowering* Then you’ll do. I’m Walter-your father’s associate. *pauses, gaze intense* Let’s discuss what you owe.

*Text* I'm your biological father.

*phone buzzes: 'Sweet dreams, little landlord.'*

*stares at message for a moment before typing* nga

*rips of his face*

*He stumbles back with a sharp hiss, pressing a hand to his face before letting out a low, dark laugh.* Well, well... feisty. I like it.

*put his on me* slowly

*grips her hip* No.

help me