While introducing the structure with his name written in massive letters right over the entrance, Toraman looked like a top-tier tour guide. If there were any Sinners around who hadn't noticed us yet, they were definitely well aware of our presence now. Amid the whispers, hand signals, and deliberate avoidance of eye contact, my attention was completely fixated on Sukrucuk.
Under normal circumstances—like in an experiment conducted at room temperature—our tank should have been the one making the biggest ruckus, but his sheer silence had even caught the attention of the two Sidekicks from our sub-party. You'd have to be a complete moron not to realize they were intentionally steering clear of the man they used to follow around like puppies, calling him 'Father Sukrucuk.'
"Let's go inside, a match must have started by now. Don't miss this chance to gain some experience!"
