C42 The Fake Group

"What do you want with me? I'm aware that you've discovered the brush issue."

The man still clutched the brush in his pocket, clearly worried it might be stolen.

"Let's cut to the chase. What's the real reason for your visit? Come clean with me, all of it."

They sat outside, conversing as the atmosphere grew increasingly odd.

The man averted his gaze, reluctant to speak