Green left Black Claw's Safehouse and headed for Origami's home.
Origami had explained why he had sent a paper man to their meeting, but Green insisted on seeing him in person.
Origami had no desire to agree, but Green refused to back down. Left with no choice, he gave Green his address.
Black Claw was also on the fringes of the Abyss Club, yet he had never seen Origami's true face. He took the chance to come along.
Origami lived in a lavish manor outside the city. From the outside, it looked so dilapidated that no one could tell how long it had stood abandoned. Flocks of crows wheeled overhead, cawing incessantly, making the place feel like a haunted house.
When Green and Black Claw arrived, an elderly man in a tailcoat was already waiting. He bowed with impeccable Sison noble etiquette. "Honored guests, my master awaits you inside."
Green returned the greeting with a slight nod and followed the butler in.
Like the rough-hewn farmer from before, the butler was made of paper. The farmer, however, had been controlled by Origami's own consciousness, while another soul inhabited the butler.
Inside the abandoned manor, years of neglect had left holes in the roof. Daylight streamed through them, lending a little life to the lifeless building.
Beneath the hall's spiral staircase hovered a paper model resembling a wheelchair.
It, too, was folded from white paper. Set into it was a pale-skinned, strikingly beautiful young man whose delicate, sickly looks would have put Lin Daiyu to shame.
Green had no trouble telling he was male. Despite his feminine appearance, his Adam's apple and eyebrows gave him away.
"My lord, Adrian sends you his greetings." Origami's lips did not move. Instead, sheets of paper behind him vibrated to produce a lovely voice.
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