"Shut the fuck up. What does a kid know?" Kenny3 answered with agitation.
"Henrietta. Ever heard the name?" I instead asked to make sure this guy was really Kenny3.
His face morphed quickly into something grotesque, and I looked away in disgust at seeing that. What a perfect scare-off against the usage of drugs.
"So you know her. When you were outside on a street as a child, lost or for whatever reason, she randomly came to you and told you that you would be a family, yet later you 'saw' that she had bad intentions…" I continued and apparently hit bullseye.
He jumped up and came to my side, though it didn't look like he wanted to attack me, which he wouldn't be able to successfully do anyway. Instead, he grabbed my hand, and I let him do it. I watched as his eyes turned red and curiously observed my ability at work from the perspective of an outsider.
"You... you!" No idea what he saw, but he stumbled back; I clutched his hand and pulled him back to me.
