[Every word spat from the boy’s mouth continues to pound this man’s core, yet the mafioso stands motionless and silent. His body still tensed, suppressing himself.]

Yes. [He finally spoke.] That’s it.

[There was one time in his life he remembers where he felt himself anxious, when a certain person decided to vanish one day, without warning. This feeling now is different than before. Never had he felt this wave of emotions.]

What I’m feeling is this current whirlpool dragging me down to the ocean’s floor. I don’t know whether to swim out or…

[He voice trails quiet, and the kettle finally whistles the boiling is done.]