DAISHIRO DELVIN
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"Didn't I tell you that I don't tolerate delay when I call for a meeting?" my grandfather asked seriously, simultaneously striking my leg with a baseball bat. I dropped to my knees, this being the fiftieth hit he'd landed, not just on my leg but also on my shoulders and arms.
"Is there anything more important than what I order?" he asked again. Holding my breath, I shook my head in response. I couldn't speak or explain myself in the detention room until he permitted me to do so.
"This is the first time you missed a group meeting. Make sure whatever you're prioritizing over the Midnight Ravens is worth it. If not, you know the consequences," he added before walking out of the detention room and tossing the baseball bat he was holding.
The other members of the Midn
