Rose flinched when she felt something with a sinister aura looming over her. She winced in pain when she felt a strong hand squeeze her shoulder. The girl immediately looked up and saw a dark brown-skinned young man staring at her intently. "What do you see, Miss?" The horrible hissing snake-like sound sounded like venom in Rose's ears. Rose glanced with her head still lowered, a tattoo adorned the man's dark hand that she couldn't understand the shape of. The girl then looked at the half-dying man in front of her, motionless in his weak state. Suddenly out of nowhere, the woman squeezed the mop stick tightly in her hand. She had seen the injustice that made her soul struggle. The anger that had been suppressed for so long burst out. "I see injustice," she hissed slowly. Rose glanced at the man's hand that was squeezing her shoulder and for some reason the man slowly let go of his hand. Rose dared to raise her head. She caught a glimpse of surprise in the man's eyes at the answer, which was certainly unexpected. The man's cold expression, his haughty rudeness reminded Rose of someone she hated. "What did you say?" The big man's foot was still stepping on the finger of the man who was slumped in front of the toilet. "Get out of the way, Sir, can't you see that man has suffered enough?" said Rose boldly. Somehow she felt that the injured man was a good person. This can be seen clearly from the look in the man's eyes that seemed to ask him to hide and run from this horror. No human deserves to be tortured like that, according to Rose. "What did you say? Are you one of the concubines of this con man?" The man's sharp question irritated Rose. "Is that all that goes through your big brain, sir?" Rose looked at the man boldly. "Why is that always the only thing on a man's mind, when a woman is only useful as a concubine?" "You have a sharp mouth, Girl!" "You are narrow-minded, Sir!" The tension was evident from how the two people stared at each other and argued. The two black nets flashed against each other implying what was hidden in their minds. The tenacity of two people who are not balanced, does not seem to want to give in to each other. "You! Who do you think you are to speak like that?" The man twisted his foot which stepped on the injured man's finger so that the room sounded heartbreaking. A sinister smile was etched on his cold face, as Rose stared at him in horror. The screams of pain were so deafening to her ears, making the girl wonder why no one outside came to help. All she wanted was for him to quickly get treatment for his wound. "Master, I don't know what that man did wrong to make you so angry. However, if he died would it be worth it for him to atone for your sins?" Rose looked at the dark brown-skinned man who was wearing a long black suit. The red tie he was wearing matched the blood that was spilled, through the wounded man's body beneath him. There was no pity on his cold face. The man's head tilted to the right, slightly hearing Rose's words. There was a clear look of interest on his face hearing what he said. Rose could feel the light in his eyes, turning from sharp to curious. "So what do you think I should do with this guy? Skin him bit by bit or let the dogs--" "What wrong did he do that the punishment you prepared was so terrible?" Rose stopped the man from continuing what she knew would end badly. "His fault?" The man lowered his foot from the hands of the man who had almost passed out. "Are you able to hear it?" Rose saw the dark-skinned man turn around and wash his hands leisurely in the sink. Rose looked at his handsome face from behind the mirror. If only she had not seen the ferocity of the man, then she would have judged that he was such a friendly and kind person. "What is the best punishment if someone betrays you and steals valuable information?" The man dried his hands in the accompaniment machine. The hum of the engine startled Rose. She saw the man lying down and said something she couldn't understand. With the mop still in her hand, Rose slowly inched her way out of the cubicle. "You want to run away, Brave Lady?" The man's rebuke took Rose by surprise, when she was right in front of the exit. "I--I just feel uncomfortable in the toilet room." Rose swallowed her saliva when she saw the man's face turn cold again. The man's sharp gaze glanced back at him. She looked at himself inquisitively from top to bottom. Her tiny body that was submerged in this janitor's uniform, she wanted to hide everything. "You're a janitor, but not comfortable with this place?" The man's laughter immediately exploded loudly. Rose felt uncomfortable with the situation. Without thinking she opened the exit door, but she was really surprised again, because it turned out that in front of her at this time there were two big and scary people blocking his steps. 'No wonder she just kept quiet when I was about to leave,' Rose muttered to herself. "So what do you think I should do with a traitor?" She could feel the man standing right behind him. Rose cursed her sharp mouth and was too brave to face the unknown cruel man. Still in position in front of the exit, Rose turned around and saw that the injured man was already unconscious. "Make him betray your enemy. Isn't that fair? If he steals, make sure he pays back all the damage caused and let him go after. I think that this will give you more respect than just hurting for nothing but wrongful satisfaction." Rose squeezed the mop stick tightly. She was even more surprised when she heard his own words. "I don't know where the courage and the idea came from so I dared to speak like an experienced person." Rose whisper to herself. Rose looked back at the strange man who was now grinning back at her. He shuddered in horror when he returned, laughing loudly and clapping his hands. "You have a terrific brain as a janitor. I think it would be better if you worked with me." The man's job offer made Rose even more nervous. The only thing that girl wanted was to get out of this situation. She didn't want to know even further to get involved with the man. "I've answered your question, sir. Let me go now," said Rose. "It's not that easy, Miss. You're a witness I can't possibly let go of, aren't you?" The cynical smile that graced his handsome, but cold face was terrifying for Rose. "Let go of that woman, She's mine!" Another cold, stern voice sounded outside the toilet, startling Rose.