Like a strange meeting, in the narrow back kitchen, amidst pots and pans, two humans and a rat.
Kamu was still mopping the floor, the water rinsed again and again, finally washing away the bloodstains, like the usual business in the Lower City District. He laboriously carried the dead bodies, throwing them into the nearby Thames River, not knowing where they'd land, but surely they'd be out of sight.
Occasionally, gunshots echoed, finishing off those who hadn't breathed their last, then throwing them into the river. By Kamu's practiced moves, this sort of thing surely wasn't the first time.
In the back kitchen, Lorenzo looked at the excited Heracles, hesitated briefly, but eventually extended his hand for a handshake.
