Marc Love was surprised by himself. He didn't stop Denver from revealing his past to these two strangers. One was a hitman he had met few days ago at a diner, and the other was a woman he had just met two hours ago. Love kept his past secrets very secret. The only reason he allowed the secret to spread was Denver.

If Denver trusted these two then hell Love trusted them as well. Denver wasn't a stupid man. He knew things to a degree that made Love believe that he had super natural powers. Denver had never claimed to this and Love had never asked. But there were too many times the old guy had saved the two. Like that time when he knew the man in the expensive suit would try to blow them up that way. Love tried time and time again to figure out how Denver knew what he knew. There were no clues. How did he know?

Til this day Love had no idea. The only plausible answer was that Denver was an oracle or something. Maybe a god?

The whole time the old man told the story BAKA interreupted with questions and comments. Sometimes just exclaiming 'fuck, man'. But when the story was over he was speechless, staring at Love. Love only had to look at BAKA's face to hear his voice in his head 'is that who you really are, fam?'

Denver smirked while taking a sip of the port wine. He looked self satisfied like a father who's child had come back after a decade at war.