KTS Ch 1
by soapaThe man made a proposition. I needed money, and he said he needed my mouth.So really, the blame lay with me—for taking his words literally.
“Enough with the upper mouth. Open the lower one.”
“…Sorry, what?”
“How amusing. Did you think this was going to be something noble?”
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Back then, you clearly said it was for interpretation…”