Revin and Grip sat in the little room behind the one-way mirror to watch events unfold. It was a farce: the men that would bully and arrest the girls on the street, flirted amiably with them here. Then, an older man with an armband walked up the gangplank and Revin shrank back in terror and #revulsion. 
Grip noticed Revin's reaction. "Do you recognize him? Who is that?" he whispered.
"It's my father," Revin hissed, with a shudder. #wss366