Giriko was quiet for a moment, watching him. His skin was marked with bruises in places, and his hair and clothes were ragged. He looked pretty small and pathetic right now, helpless.

He glanced at Justin, assessing him with curiosity. Justin had been at Shibusen for a long time, hadn't he? Maybe he and the little Shinigami had been friends before the little brat helped to invade Giriko's home and kill his Mistress. How would he feel about this?

Giriko slapped Kid hard across the face. "Wakey wakey, brat."