Chapter 4: Dead
"Uncle Kwon, Uncle Kwon, wake up." Baines vigorously shook him, his voice urgent.
"Huh? Uh, young master?" Uncle Kwon stirred from his stupor, rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry, can you repeat what you just said?" His heart pounded as he prayed that he had misheard. When Baines had uttered it the first time, he had fainted due to insanity.
"I need you to sell me to the savage tribes." Baines’ voice was firm, unwavering.
Silence filled the room.
Kwon’s face paled as the words fully registered. The shock was too much, and he nearly collapsed again.
"Why?" he finally managed to ask.
"Do you think our family can ever return to the way it was?" Baines’ expression was unreadable, cold.
Kwon swallowed hard. There was something in Baines’s gaze, a hollowness, a weight only those who had lost everything could carry.
"Sigh... Young master, death will be the least of your problems."
"Nothing worth having comes without risk."