"No, that can't be true...."
Who stood in front of Asahi and Isa, approaching them far from a distance, was a tall, slender young man with fierce long purple hair, intruding gray eyes, and fair skin. Shadows consumed his body, his formal suit shredded and torn, exposing his corrupted skin, and a large abyssal blue dangling tie dangled over his waist.
He lifted his arm coated in goop and forced his two dark wings up to the ceiling, smiling at Asahi with a look of pure interest.
"Well, we meet again, lord Asahi."
Isa slowly backed away, unsheathing her two luminescent green daggers, and sneering at the mysterious man with a look of suspicion. She turned to Asahi and whispered as the loud footsteps from the man echoed over the stone hallways.
"Do you know that man?"
Asahi shook his head fearfully and stepped back.
"N...No, not at all."
Isa clenched her fists.
"Then why does he know your name?"
