Chinatown was by far the best part of Bridon, despite what that idiot Felix says.. but oh what a beautiful idiot he was. Vein groaned for a moment and rubbed his face. He was getting too distracted. The scenery for Chinatown was absolutely lovely, all of the classic yellow lanterns, pork and stir fry restaurants. Ugh! It was perfect.

"Oh the smell of pork and sulphur. So delicious, wouldn't you say, sweetie?"

Said the red haired man to his daughter. She obviously wasn't paying attention. Vein scoffed, of course she was too engrossed in her phone to pay attention to her father. He slipped a hand into one of the pockets of his dress pants and smacked her upside the head with his other.

"Ow-! Daaad!" she complained, rubbing the back of her head with her hand.

"Too engrossed in that phone to have a conversation with your father?" Vein asked, grabbing her phone and putting it away. The tone in Vein's voice changed drastically since she was starting to become even brattier than Felix. "I'm hardly around anymore and you don't even bother to talk to your father."

She didn't reply. But she did grab her father's hand, a subtle reminder she was there. It brought a smile to Vein's face.

Many people stared at Vein and his daughter while they walked down the busy Bridon street. Mainly because Vein was typically too busy at the modeling agency to be around anymore. However; a certain man, who had dilated pupils, a deep blush on his cheeks, and stumbling a bit was looking at her a bit too much. Too much for Vein's liking. Vein shielding his daughter under his trench coat. She didn't protest. That man kept getting closer, and Vein reached for the revolver in his waist band.

"Hey little lady.. heh ha.. look at you all cozying up to the leader of this place." The man slurred. Vein's expression hardened. A worthless drunk? Talking to his daughter? His bride and joy like that?! Fuck no.. this man didn't even deserve to be cut up into a meal for Vein's liking. He deserved to be fucking incinerated in the pits of hell.

Vein leaned down and whispered to his daughter, "Sweetie, you run home.. I forgot an important errand." Vein handed her her phone and she scampered her way back home. Vein, meanwhile grabbed the drunk by his collar and dragged him into a back alley. The man started slurring and cussing, but Vein simply grabbed his revolver and.. "Poow.." Vein whispered before pulling the trigger. He spun his precious gun around his finger once before slipping it back away and grabbing his knife. A precise incisions in the skin before the heart, made some quick cuts into the pericardium, and Vein now had a beating heart in his hands.. just for his darling daughter, his precious little girl.

Vein returned to his home with the box, the box had the heart. "Sweetie! I've returned, and have a present for you!" He called out into the house for his daughter.