Chapter 17 Not Responding

• Carla
• I fear Don Angelo may kill me tonight, though nothing here is my fault. I cannot predict his temper, but I can ask him for one last favor. It would just be like granting me my last wish, right? There's no harm in trying, I guess.
• “Hattos,” I hear Don Angelo's voice call out to his bodyguard lazily. From what I’ve seen and heard, I know he can kill everyone here without batting an eye. So, before he can say anything further, I interrupt him.