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"Tjahyo thinks I am a dog on a leash," Vino said, kneeling so his face was level with Ari’s. "He feeds me scraps. He gives me men like you to break. But dogs bite the hand that holds the leash, don't they?"

The rain stopped. The hunt began.

Vino stood by the window of a cheap hotel room, the one with the peeling yellow wallpaper that smelled of clove cigarettes and regret. He traced the outline of a faded floral pattern with his fingertip. Outside, the city was a blur of neon reds and deep blues, but he lived in the grays. vino g bastian wallpaper

Vino turned back to the window. He pressed his palm flat against the cold glass. He didn't see his reflection. He saw a man who had just burned his own house down to feel the heat. "Tjahyo thinks I am a dog on a

Ari scrambled out the door, disappearing into the rain-soaked hallway. But dogs bite the hand that holds the leash, don't they

He pulled a Polaroid from his jacket. It wasn't a picture of a debt or a weapon. It was a photo of a small house with a garden. His house. The one Tjahyo was watching.