Mudblood Prologue -v0.68.8- By Thatguylodos -

She tilted her head, as if measuring whether the question was naïve or dangerous. “I think you should know what it costs.”

The father’s answer was not a word. It was a tremor, a tightening at the jaw, a hand that placed the ledger on the table and said nothing. That silence was a contract. MudBlood Prologue -v0.68.8- By ThatGuyLodos

One night, after a client had left and the bulb hummed like a low insect, he opened the ledger and found a page he did not remember filling. The handwriting was his own, but the entry was older than he felt. A name, a date, a notation: "retained—latent." No explanation followed. The column for cost was blank. She tilted her head, as if measuring whether